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Jackson Brownethe papers lie there hopelesslyin a pile outside the door
I tried and tried, but I just can't rememberwhat they're forthe world outside is tugginglike a beggar at my sleeveah, that's much too old a story to believeand you know, that it's taken it's share of meeven though you take such good care of menow you say morocco, and that makes me smile
I haven't seen morocco for a long, long whilethe dreams are rolling downacross the places in my mindand I just had a taste of something finethe future hides and the past just slidesengland lies betweenfloating in a silver mist, so cold and so cleancalifornia's shading like some angry child willwho has asked for love and isn't answered stilland you know that I'm looking back carefully'cause I know that there's still something there for mebut you said morocco and it made me smileand it hasn't been that easy for a long, long whilelooking back into your eyesoh, I saw them really shineand giving me a taste of something finesomething finenow if you see morocco, oh I know you'll go in style
I may not see morocco for a little whilebut while you're there I was hoping youmight keep it in your mindto save me a taste of something finesomething fine
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