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Oh, I come from a land |
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From a faraway place |
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Where the caravan camels roam |
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Where they cut off your ear |
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If they don't like your face |
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It's barbaric, but hey, it's home |
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When the winds from the east |
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And the suns 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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Arabian nights |
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Like Arabian days |
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More often than not |
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Are hotter than hot |
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In a lot of good ways |
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Arabian nights |
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'Neath Arabian moons |
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A fool off his guard |
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Could fall and fall hard |
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Out there on the dunes |
