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I took a line |
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That leads you to the Opium Trail |
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Oh your cires |
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You feel the rise to seek the Trail |
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On this journey behold one who travels far |
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You called him fool, but now you are |
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The wizard wanders through the world he made from dreams |
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The splahing whirlpool drowns the frightened screams |
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Exotic dances flashing lenses this mysterious space |
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The fanfare advances, the wall of thoughts may break |
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It clears your pain, but it's got to cling again, my love |
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You feel the need, but it lets you bleed |
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You must be seen my love |
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No one to blame, no shame, you crave again and again, my love |
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No use to plead, from you it feeds |
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Don't grieve, my love |
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Oh, it's got you my love |
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I took a line that comes from the golden states of sham |
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The smugglers trail that leads you to the opium den |
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The chinese connection binds to heroin |
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The part the heart you crave again |
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It clears your pain, but it leads you bleed |
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You must be seen, my love |
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No one to blame, no shame, you crave again and again, my love |
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No use to plead, from you it feeds |
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Don't grieve my love |
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Oh, it's got you, my love |
