| Oh, imagine a land, it’s a faraway place
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| Where the caravan camels roam
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| Where you wander among every culture and tongue
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| It’s chaotic, but hey, it’s home
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| When the wind’s from the east
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| And the sun’s from the west
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| And the sand in the glass is right
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| Come on down, stop on by
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| Hop a carpet and fly
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| To another Arabian night
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| As you wind through the streets at the fabled bazaars
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| With the cardamom-cluttered stalls
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| You can smell every spice
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| While you haggle the price
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| Of the silks and the satin shawls
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| Oh, the music that plays
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| As you move through a maze
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| In the haze of your pure delight
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| You are caught in a dance
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| You are lost in the trance
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| Of another Arabian night
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| Arabian nights
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| Like Arabian days
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| More often than not are hotter than hot
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| In a lot of good ways
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| Arabian nights
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| Like Arabian dreams
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| This mystical land of magic and sand
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| Is more than it seems
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| There’s a road that may lead you
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| To good or to greed through
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| The power your wishing commands
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| Let the darkness unfold or find fortunes untold
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| Well, your destiny lies in your hands
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| Only one may enter here
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| One whose worth lies far within
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| A diamond in the rough
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| Arabian nights
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| Like Arabian days
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| They seem to excite, take off and take flight
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| To shock and amaze
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| Arabian nights
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| 'Neath Arabian moons
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| A fool off his guard could fall and fall hard
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| Out there on the dunes |