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Ian Gillan One Eye To Morocco

Waiting for no-one to call me Lost in a dream of my own I'm drawn by this obsession With a tantalizing vision Of a swirling robe I have one eye to Morocco

The cold war's over The hot one's just begun From the shivers to the fever Could be too much sun If a thing's worth doing It's worth doing well But if

're growing old We get afraid You can count on me Let's think about better days Not what we did But what we'll do And if I had Only one more day I'd

There's something about you This I know Part of it's real But a lot is for show I got some indication That if we do it your way When I park at the station

It would be nice If the sun shone every day A full moon dressed in a starry night Could put us in the mood For dancing, romancing It would be nice If