(Mike on lead)
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Do you recall those days of Sahara?
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Shade was our ecstasy.
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Pride was strong, friends true
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as the day was long,
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night winds blew cool and free.
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Our finest hours lived in the Sahara
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many centuries ago.
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Was it just last year?
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Now there's no more good whiskey here.
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Not a trace of hidey-ho.
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I was never alone at the Sahara.
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How they'd gather to hear me speak,
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they said my eyes held fire,
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but a gold empire burned to the ground,
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the world unwound, and left me here a freak.
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(violin solo)
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Bring back those days
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of that blessed Sahara.
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Oh, the sin, the sabotage.
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We had no fears,
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the band played for a thousand years,
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or was it just a mirage?
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or was it just a mirage?
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(violin solo)
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From the Liner:
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(Jian-vocals, drums, dumbek, percussion; Mike-lead vocal, guitar; Murray-bass, mandolin, talking drunk, electric guitar; Danny Levin-strings)
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Sahara
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| Moxy Fruvous |
