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Draghi singing ‘My Way’, cool wind in my hair

Warm smell of colitis, rising up through the air

Up ahead in the distance, I saw a grimmer twilight

My heart grew heavy and my bank balance slim

At the capital flight.

As I stood it was doomsday

I heard the mission bell

And I was thinking to myself,

“This could be Heaven or this could be Hell”

Then they went out to gamble, and they asked me to pay

There were voices down the corridor,

I thought I heard them say…

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