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Well the train slipped into the station |
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A worn out steel blue soul |
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A relic from colonial days |
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When the French were still in control |
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Lorsque les |
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Francais ont ete en controle |
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It's an outpost in transition |
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Where the faithful in the bar |
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Know from the whistle and the squeaking wheels |
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That the next stop is |
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Dakar La prochaine etape etait |
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Dakar Talk on the radio |
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Talk on the street |
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Talk of men with money loco from the heat |
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Talk about the rail band |
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Pickin up the beat |
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We lit that great reunion |
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With the headlights on the jeep |
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And there's history on that jukebox |
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Where the spies and scoundrels dwell |
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It was the place to go in |
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Bamako Direction |
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Buffet Hotel |
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Direction |
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Buffet Hotel |
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Now we're lost in the |
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Sahara Four hours north of |
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Tombouctou |
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Lookin' for a nomad who knows |
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Or maybe some wandering |
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Jew Allons a |
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Essakane, |
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Syndou (Get us to Essakana, Syndou) |
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Then we heard that |
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Tuareg combo |
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We had come so very far |
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And we were welcomed out of history |
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By the wind, the sand and the stars |
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J'ai commence a le percevoir |
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Sand in the couscous |
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Sand in the wine |
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There was sand in my guitar case |
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Stories in my mind |
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Machine guns on the hilltop |
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Camels in my tent |
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Buried in a sandstorm |
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As the music came and went |
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Well we crawled out of that desert |
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And the storm erased our tracks |
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The Sahara showed her heart to us |
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And then she took it back |
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Well we made it back to |
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Bamako Before that last call bell |
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We bought rounds for all our newfound friends |
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We owned Buffet |
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Hotel Nous avons eu |
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Buffet Hotel |
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I recall dipomats |
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And hookers |
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I saw strangers diggin' wells |
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And for that one great night in |
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Bamako We owned |
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Buffet Hotel |
