| 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 |