| We carry on this way, we’re searching for a place
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| Where, is told, you can feed your body and your mind
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| Not a sanctuary, nor seems a church, an old man sings:
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| «Welcome to the Last Inn!!!'
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| How many faces I see in
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| How many faces I’ll meet again?
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| The starting point for most
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| And a point of no return!
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| Here you can rest before your journey knows
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| Hardest times for long
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| Welcome to the Last Inn
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| Where the time seems to stand still
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| Never mind where are you born
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| And where you came from
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| Never mind, the kind of your aim
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| If you’re proud or ashamed
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| Welcome to the Last Inn
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| Where the richness is just all your skill
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| No one will ask
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| If it’s your face
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| Or just another mask
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| No one’ll rejoice
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| About your disgrace
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| Or award your race
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| The copped thief doesn’t think to steal
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| Because no laws will protect him
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| The eager is bidding beer
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| The brave men charge the near
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| The coward seems to lose his fear!
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| WE ARE THE SAME!!!
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| In front of the host’s eyes!
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| EVERYONE LIFE
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| Has shade and light!
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| WHAT YOU HAVE DONE
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| Is the gold you can exchange!
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| IT’S THE LAST CHANCE
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| To map out your next path!
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| This is the last sweet home
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| The next one you don’t know
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| How many miles you have to walk
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| How many eyes you have to cross
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| Here you can be
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| What you should be
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| The master of your voice!
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| The road is long, if your goal is worth
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| The road is long, don’t think this is wrong
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| So drink and rest, my dear guest
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| So sing and dance, tonight begins your quest! |