In the streets of Marrakech
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Drunk on perfumes and fresh mint
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Beneath the pink walls and palaces
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Hidden by bougainvilleas
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I wanna get lost with you
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In the alleys of the medina
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And from my place on the terrace
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We'll see the snows of the Atlas
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In the souks, in the cafés
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All smiles and refined
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The street folks, the palace ones
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Know how to talk to us and spoil us
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In the streets of Marrakech
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Drunk on perfumes and fresh mint
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Beneath the pink walls and palaces
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Hidden by bougainvilleas
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In the streets of Marrakech
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Drunk on perfumes and fresh mint
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Beneath the pink walls and palaces
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Hidden by bougainvilleas
Storytellers, musicians, acrobats
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On Jemaa el-Fna, all in the same bag
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With the rattlesnakes
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Those that rise to the stick
Honey, oranges and fritters
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Gnawas, riads and palm groves
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Bathed in golden light
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It's so beautiful, I wanna go!
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In the streets of Marrakech
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Drunk on perfumes and fresh mint
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Beneath the pink walls and palaces
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Hidden by bougainvilleas
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In the streets of Marrakech
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Drunk on perfumes and fresh mint
_____
Beneath the pink walls and palaces
_____
Hidden by bougainvilleas
_____
In the streets of Marrakech
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Drunk on perfumes and fresh mint
_____
Beneath the pink walls and palaces
_____
Hidden by bougainvilleas
_____
In the streets of Marrakech
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Drunk on perfumes and fresh mint
_____
Beneath the pink walls and palaces
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Hidden by bougainvilleas