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Caravan, drive me home If only I could know where to begin You have been the perfume on my skin Knock me over Honey, I'm trying to wash you off but the well's gone dry Now, short while You can drop me off, put me in quarantine A holiday can make a dead bird shine Soft like a feather Caravan, rose Caravan This Motel's Room ain't no good place so long The desert heat shall burn after I'm gone Upon my lips of leather Sweet Lord, take me home Caravan, Lovely Caravan You can't be the odor dripping down my spine I wish you could tell this bloodhound smell ain't mine The state of mind you're in... The perfume on my skin From Letras Mania