| In the burning sands of Morocco
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| The ancient walls preserve a past age
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| And the desert winds play their games
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| On that dusty road from Agadir
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| I found you ridin' next to me, yeah
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| But you turned your dark eyes away
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| Flying over hills beneath a purple sky
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| To our destination Insh’allah
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| Ridin' a horse to Marrakesh
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| Through the starry nights and the burning days
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| Yes I’m on my way to Marrakesh
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| Ridin' a horse to Marrakesh
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| Through the starry nights and the burning days
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| Yes I’m on my way to Marrakesh
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| When the twilight hour of day begins
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| We see a golden sky-a, yeah
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| Then I hear you callin' my name
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| On that dusty road from Agadir
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| I found you ridin' next to me, yeah
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| But you turned your dark eyes away
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| Flying over hills beneath a purple sky
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| To our destination Insh’allah
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| Ridin' a horse to Marrakesh
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| Through the starry nights and the burning days
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| Yes I’m on my way to Marrakesh
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| Ridin' a horse to Marrakesh
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| Through the starry nights and the burning days
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| Yes I’m on my way to Marrakesh
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| Ayaya to Marrakesh
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| (Th. Tol/J. Tuijp/C. Tol) |