| The boat for the Bailey’s leaves just on time
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| Silver and indigo fisherman’s lines
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| The scent from the quarter always in the air
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| Mint tea and majoon — wish I was there
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| Back in Marseilles wish I was there
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| Smooth of the slipper as you move through the souk
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| Smooth feel of your feet as you slide through the souk
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| Slide of your slipper as you move through the souk
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| I’m going back, oh back to Marseilles
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| Down by the harbour
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| Same old danger, same old jive
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| Hoping for my fishermen are going to come home alive
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| Down by the harbour
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| Life is calling me back
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| That’s what I am watching all the time
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| Take me back to Marseilles
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| Take me back to Marseilles
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| Never disgraceful of speaking in tongues
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| Nothing to seek for no right in no wrongs
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| Face of the women look so discreet
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| Gaze averted so sweet
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| Back in Marseilles, oh I’m back to Marseilles
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| Down by the same harbour
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| Same danger, same jive
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| Waiting for my fishermen to come home alive
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| Back to Marseilles
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| Take me back to Marseilles
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| Bring 'em back, bring 'em back alive
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| Bring 'em back, bring 'em back alive
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| The boat from the Bailey’s docks just in time
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| Silver and indigo still on the line
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| Feel of the moonshine, change in your life
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| Nothing like a fine, fine line
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| Back in Marseilles
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| Take me back to Marseilles
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| Take me back, take me |