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Warm smell of colitas, rising up through the air
’this could be heaven or this could be hell’
’we are all just prisoners here, of our own device’
They stab it with their steely knives, But they just can’t kill the beast
You can checkout any time you like, But you can never leave!
REHAB
ADDICTION
FAME
DEATH
