There is people in a picture
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Hanging on the hall wall
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We watch them cross the desert from an armchair in the hall
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We saw the world from the edge of our seat
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Dance with the harem and drank with sheet
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The man on the back of the camels were following me
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And we make ourselves a home at the foot of the steps
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Blankets and old wooden chairs and we stayed there
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We laid there room go smaller
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We beg for water but went for air
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So we ran away from our old brittle home
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We thought it was sand and the lamp was the sun
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So lets get outside cause we've been inside for too long
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And we take a drive and the buildings all turn into trees
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And after a while we find ourselves down by the sea
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The beach was a dessert outside in an old magazine
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The sheiks and the harem were under the waves
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The camels they all wash away
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And no one is happier
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And nothing is free
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So I think to myself we should go and get us a drink
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March Of The Camels
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| White Rabbits |
