| Welcome…
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| To the…
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| Karma…
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| Hoooooooo…
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| Welcome…
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| To the…
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| Karma…
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| Hoooooooo…
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| First Verse (???):
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| Karma Hotel lobby, and I’m lookin' for enlightenment
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| Concierge, where can I go to find adventure and excitement?
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| But later for casinos, bars, and orgies, they bore me
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| Here’s another twenty, now what you got for me?
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| He stared at me hard, finally dipped in his drawer
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| For elevator keys and said «Go to the thirteenth floor»
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| So in a flash I was there, code knock on the door
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| Bombarded by cigar smoke, the smell of Hell and War
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| And when the fog cleared, the scene was like an eerie nightmare
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| «Come in, we’ve been waitin' for you for years»
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| «You wanted adventure, now you got it boy, don’t show me no tears,»
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| «This is the place where you face your desires and fears,»
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| In each of his hands was a revolver, forty-five in the left
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| Twenty-two in the right
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| Russian roulette’s the game tonight
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| And there’s NO escape, so don’t try to run
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| But I’ll fill your life with bliss if you’re alive once the death wheel has spun
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| «Choose your gun»
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| Gimme the forty-five, I said with a smile
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| «Here's a shiny silver bullet, might as well go out in style»
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| Put one in the cylinder, spun it, aimed at my dome and slowly clicked it
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| Now I feel the adrenaline rush that got me so addicted
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| Motivatin' me to play, a second time, then a third time
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| Fourth time I clicked and popped
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| BOOM! |
| Money shot
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| Next morning, cops found me, needle stickin' out my arm
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| Peep the drama, another sad story at the Karma
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| Chorus (Ming Xia):
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| Welcome to the Karma Hotel
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| Looks like Heaven but could be Hell
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| Where pleasant screams transform to yells
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| And every suite casts its own spell
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| Second Verse (???):
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| Peep the gamblin' scene
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| Gettin' dough as he rambled the fiends
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| Exotic queens dancin' with tamborines
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| And the Gambler’s theme
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| One eye open, one eye scopin'
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| Watchin' his gat, watchin' his back
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| Watchin' his stack, watchin' his wrap
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| Watchin' his deck, as people notice like
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| «OH SHIT! |
| Boy just won a hundred grand!»
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| «Where? |
| Where?» |
| «Oh my God, at Table Seven, did you see him yet?»
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| Look at his chips, all that green growin' like Chia Pets
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| Two out the handle and he can’t stop
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| The more and more the fans flock, the more the dice out his hands drop
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| Workin' the room, he’s bettin' and makin' money and every table
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| Women are sweatin' him like he was James Bond or Joe David
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| Yeah, he’s satisfied, he’s in his element now
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| To do this for the rest of his life is how it’s goin' down
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| So it seems like, he got his whole shit set
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| But his son is gangbangin' in the park, holdin' a rain check
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| Meanwhile, somehow, somethin' is kinda eerie
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| About this place that he seems to be payin' a permanent visit to
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| Every face that he sees, expressionless, like a mannequin
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| He really wants to leave, but stays cool, to avoid panickin'
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| He’s gettin' the same attention, but somethin' seems sorta different
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| He’s wrinklin' up, losin' weight, and his body’s startin' to stiffen
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| Now he notices years have passed in one night
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| He’s made more cash than we could imagine, but never lived life
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| Third Verse (Ming Xia & ???):
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| (Ming Xia)
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| Since we’re all checked in, peace guys, see you later
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| I’ma go to that red door near the elevator
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| Triple nines on nails danglin' off the door
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| Excuse me sir, I didn’t notice you before
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| Pleased to meet you, Mephisto’s the name
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| Pretty young thing
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| Come into my room, I’d like to play a game, it’s called «Doom»
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| Beat the friends and family
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| Gotta give yourself to me
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| By the way, what’s your name?
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| (Ming Xia)
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| Eve
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| Check the scenery
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| (Ming Xia)
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| Looks so happy, at the same time
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| The way they’re entwined seems so good it’s a crime
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| Believe in me as I believe in you, live it up tonight
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| (Ming Xia)
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| Well fuck it I feel left out all of my life!
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| So true, pleasure and pain, transform lust to thrust
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| One night stands of hot sex, don’t bother with trust
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| (Ming Xia)
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| Oooh, invitation accepted, too good to reject it
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| So I join in unprotected
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| Expected, one life to live, don’t respect it
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| (Ming Xia)
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| Respect what?
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| Ooh, you poor child you’ve been neglected
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| (Ming Xia)
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| Mephisto why do I feel so cold?
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| It’s like each time I climax you take a piece of my soul
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| You could never leave, you made a pact with the Devil himself
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| Infected in my family of trust, my daughter of lust
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| (Ming Xia)
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| So what you’re tellin' me is I can’t leave!
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| And I’m trapped here for eternity!
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| Oooooohhhhhhhhhh!!! |