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Hot sand is all around me singeing my skin, burning my face |
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I'm longing for some water fata morgana in the haze |
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I feel the strong irons made of steel and since seven years rusty chains strangle my neck |
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Sore weals are the whip's hot, bloody seals every night and day they seem to burn on my back |
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Arabian nights nightmares of heat and pain and fright |
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I see the light the end of the slavery |
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Arabian nights stars of the desert shine on me |
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I feel the light the time's right to break the chains and flee |
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Three thousand miles of torture ten thousand slaves all in a row my eyes are dim with fever my vital force is running low |
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I know that they'll never let me go |
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I made up my mind to get away, to take a flight |
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Cruel whip, tonight |
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I will flee your grip |
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I'll be off before daylight displaces the night |
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Arabian nights... |