I don't know where I'm going I don't know what I'm doing But it feels alright I have one eye to Morocco I only have to follow Through the scented night Conversation Is fading away The last thing I heard you say Was just a murmur A distant blur Your lips are moving But I hear no words All day Sitting alone in my room Waiting for no-one to call me Lost in a dream of my own I'm drawn by this obsession With a tantalising vision Of a swirling robe I have one eye to Morocco By the time I reach tomorrow I'll be on that road Sweet temptation Draws me on Gives me the strength To cross my Rubicon Past a point Of no return Ever onwards As my bridges burn All day Sitting alone in my room Waiting for no-one to call me Lost in a dream of my own
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