Mysterious Days
Springtime in Tangier
The sky's getting wider
Renewing its splendour
The world's getting brighter
Setting out just like the sun
That's never seen the rain
Stepping out we're homeward bound
And never be the same
Ah - we lay our hearts wide open
Ah - we live mysterious days
American writers
Now work in the attic
Up in the Casbah
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