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| The sun will rise, wipe the Spanish dust out of my eyes The Moroccan coast calls like a lonely ghost Wont you meet me in the spring Ill be in France; Paris is a dance of pen and pain Sullen lanes, young lovers gone insane Killing Henry Miller in the rain Chorus Only in my dreams do I know the world as I lay here sleeping with my girl. Never walk the streets of Mozambique, Ive never left this town for more than a week But I know love, I know love. You wonder where I am; well Ive been living in Amsterdam above a small caf, smoke hash and dream all day, planning to write my masterpiece. Would you go , If I sent you money for Mexico, In a year or so, meet by that old pueblo Ill be back from the islands then. Chorus 2: Only in my dreams do I know the world as I lay here sleeping with my girl. Never walk the sands of Zanzibar, I aint going anywhere I cant get in a car But I know love, I know love. The sun will rise, wipe those Spanish dreams out of my eyes. Another day to face, another dirty dime to chase My dreams lay dying in an old suitcase. Chorus 3 : Only in my dreams do I know the world as I lay here sleeping with my girl. Never walk the streets of Mozambique, Ive never left this town for more than a week never know the secret of Tangier, but Ive learned the secrets always been right here I know love , I know love. |
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