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Walking along the Camino Royale |
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The Mississippi sighs |
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Soft in the night when the wind starts to rise |
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And I'm lifted high around the corner |
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So I spin |
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Fast as a ride at the fair |
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Like a snake that flies through the air |
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When I cry enough I'm fired from a gun |
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And thrown through the doors |
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Only the fool learns to get through |
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Ahead I see candles floating in pails |
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Each placed upon a chair |
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Into a tent where they turn round the bend |
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Through a kitchen leading to a staircase |
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Now I stop |
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Seems that I've been led astray |
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There are no new answers today |
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This road is blocked |
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Only the fool learns to get through |