Duncan Dhu
Miscellaneous
Casablanca
Night and day you dream of arriving,
the desert is your prison.
Full moon spy on your walk
fugitive of the revolution, yes.
Casablanca is coming,
Casablanca is already here,
Casablanca is coming,
you still have one more day left.
br/>You could never forget
the sound of the piano in the bar,
and the smell of mother-of-pearl and sweat
that now you are trying to remember, yes.
Where is it? It's a dream city
that now I can't forget?
And I walk without breathing,
it seems like I'm not going to get there, yes.

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