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Hot is all around me
singeing my skin, burning my
I'm longing for some
fata morgana in the

I feel the strong irons made of
and seven years
rusty chains my neck
Sore weals are the whip's hot, seals
night and day
they seem to on my back

nights
nightmares of heat and and fright
I see the
the end of the
Arabian
of the desert shine on me
I the light
the time's right to break the chains and

Three miles of torture
ten slaves all in a row
my are dim with fever
my vital force is low

I know they'll never let me go
I up my mind
to get away, to take a
Cruel whip, tonight I flee your grip
I'll be off
daylight the night

nights...