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Anonymous
Mirrors on the ceiling, The pink champagne on ice And she said we are all just prisoners here, of our own device And in the masters chambers, They gathered for the feast The stab it with their steely knives, But they just cant kill the beast
Last thing I remember, I was Running for the door I had to find the passage back To the place I was before relax, said the night man, We are programmed to receive. You can checkout any time you like,
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