| Carry me back to Old Morocco
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| Where the tea is strong and so are the people
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| Carry me back to Old Morocco
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| Where the tea is strong and so are the people
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| You made a song disappear
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| I was hearing in my head
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| Now the cactuses are talking
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| And I sleep in the wind
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| I was really getting there
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| Then you came and all was bare
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| Carry me back to Old Morocco
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| Where the tea is strong and so are the people
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| Carry me back to Old Morocco
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| Where the tea is strong and so are the people
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| Rama Rama Rama, watch me now
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| Ah ah… Ah ah… Ah ah… Ah ah…
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| I was really almost there
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| Pulling handfuls of white hair
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| From the surface of the moon
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| You said you’d come back soon
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| But it’s too late, it’s too late
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| Carry me back to Old Morocco
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| Where the tea is strong and so are the people
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| Carry me back to Old Morocco
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| Where the tea is strong and so are the people
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| Rama Rama Rama — watch me now… Sing it…
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| I was choking on the fish I ate for dinner
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| It was good while it lasted
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| I should’ve fasted, I almost had it yesterday
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| Song tied up my ankles
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| Couldn’t walk, couldn’t wiggle til you came along
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| Untied the song and let its
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| Long golden fingers grasp the wind
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| It was good while it lasted
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| (Ah ah) it was good while it lasted
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| (Ah ah… Ah ah…)
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| It was good while it lasted (Ah ah)
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| Carry me back to Old Morocco
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| Where the tea is strong and so are the people
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| Carry me back to Old Morocco
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| Where the tea is strong and so are the people
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| Rama Rama Rama — watch me now…
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| Carry me back to Old Morocco
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| Where the tea is strong and so are the people
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| Carry me back to Old Morocco
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| Where the tea is strong and so are the people |