My sisters and I
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Have this wish before we die
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And it may sound strange
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As if our minds are deranged
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Please don't ask us why
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Beneath the sheltering sky
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We have this strange obsession
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You have the means in your possession
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We want our tea in the Sahara with you
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We want our tea in the Sahara with you
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The young man agreed
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He would satisfy their need
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So they danced for his pleasure
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With a joy you could not measure
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They would wait for him here
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The same place every year
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Beneath the sheltering sky
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Across the desert he would fly
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Tea in the Sahara with you
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Tea in the Sahara with you
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The sky turned to black
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Would he ever come back?
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They would climb a high dune
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They would pray to the moon
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But he'd never return
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So the sisters would burn
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As their eyes searched the land
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With their cups full of sand
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Tea in the Sahara with you
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Tea in the Sahara with you
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Tea in the Sahara with you
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Tea in the Sahara with you
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Tea In The Sahara
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| Sting |
