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Oh, I come from a land, from a faraway place
Where the caravan camels roam
Where it's flat and immense and the heat is intense
It's barbaric, but hey, it's home
When the winds from the east
And the suns from the west
And the sand in the glass is right
Come on down, stop on by
Hop a carpet and fly to another Arabian night
Arabian nights
Like Arabian days
More often than not
Are hotter than hot in a lot of good ways
Arabian nights
'Neath Arabian moons
A fool off his guard
Could fall and fall hard out there on the dunes