| Well the soles on my boots are thin and the road is long
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| I’ve got some money in my pocket, just enough for my way back home
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| I got the sun on my face and the wind in my back
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| I’m wild at heart but my mind is relaxed
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| And I’m walking on the streets of Marrakech
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| Well my phone just got stolen and I don’t even give a damn
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| I see some friends drinking sweet tea and eating smoked lamb
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| It’s so good to be here in the belly of the beast
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| Where the love drunk lovers and the sinners meet
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| And I’m walking on the streets of Marrakech
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| You know, I’ve been afraid and I’ve been confused
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| But now my mind is clear
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| It’s good to be anywhere
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| But it’s better to be here
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| In his right hand a chicken, in his left hand a knife
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| I saw him cut its throat, I saw him end its life
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| And to tell you the truth I never felt more alive
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| Then after seeing the poor thing die
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| I got a coat made out of the finest leather
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| And after smoking that hash I feel as light as a feather
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| And I’m floating on the sweet breath of Marrakech
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| I’m making my way through the beautiful dirt of Marrakech
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| You know, I’ve been afraid and I’ve been confused
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| But now my mind is clear
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| It’s good to be anywhere
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| But it’s better to be here |