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the papers lie there hopelesslyin a pile outside the doorI tried and tried, but I just can't rememberwhat they're forthe world outside is tugginglike a beggar at my sleeveah, that's much too old a story to believe
and you know, that it's taken it's share of meeven though you take such good care of me
now you say morocco, and that makes me smileI haven't seen morocco for a long, long whilethe dreams are rolling downacross the places in my mindand I just had a taste of something fine
the future hides and the past just slidesengland lies betweenfloating in a silver mist, so cold and so cleancalifornia's shading like some angry child willwho has asked for love and isn't answered still
and you know that I'm looking back carefully'cause I know that there's still something there for me
but you said morocco and it made me smileand it hasn't been that easy for a long, long whilelooking back into your eyesoh, I saw them really shineand giving me a taste of something fine
something fine
now if you see morocco, oh I know you'll go in styleI may not see morocco for a little whilebut while you're there I was hoping youmight keep it in your mindto save me a taste of something fine
something fine
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