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I don't know what I'm doing
But it feels alright
I have one eye to Morocco
I only have to follow
Through the scented night
Conversation is fading away
The last thing I heard you say
Was just a murmur a distant blur
Your lips are moving but I hear no words
All day
Sitting alone in my room
Waiting for no-one to call me
Lost in a dream of my own
I'm drawn by this obsession
With a tantalizing vision
Of a swirling robe
I have one eye to Morocco
By the time I reach tomorrow
I'll be on that road
Sweet temptation
Draws me on
Gives me the strength
To cross my Rubicon
Past a point
Of no return
Ever onwards
As my bridges burn
All day
Sitting alone in my room
Waiting for no-one to call me
Lost in a dream of my own
I don't know what I'm doing
But it feels alright
Part of these releases
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- Track 8 on Ian Gillan: Gillan's Inn
- 7 Sugar Plum
- 9 No Worries
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- Track 8 on Gillan's Inn
- 7 Sugar Plum
- 9 No Worries
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