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Oh, I come from a land, from a faraway place where the caravan camels roam.
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Where they cut off your ear if they don?t like your face; It?s barbaric, but hey, it?s home.
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When the wind?s from the east and the sun?s from the west and the sand in the glass is right.
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Come on down, stop on by, hop a carpet and fly to another Arabian night.
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Arabian nights     like Arabian days     more often than not are hotter than hot 
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in a lotta good ways.
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Arabian nights    ?neath Arabian moons,    a fool off his guard could fall and 
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fall hard out there on the dunes.