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Bangkok
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"Gotcha!"
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"Hey sucker let me outa here!"
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"Hey, man!"
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Bangkok on a sunny day
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The rain has washed the blood away
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Thousand of veins left in the streets
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But I can't wash away the red points
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On the sheets of the hotels
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And the cheap rooms
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Of the cheap whores
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Under palm trees
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Under palm trees
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My brain is running in circles now
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I gotta cure the pain somehow
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There's a coloured cloud in front of sun
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And a face is trying to cheat me
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And to take away the fun
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And the killer troups of the DEA
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Have just brought my friend away
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In the stuff that dreams are made of
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In the stuff that dreams are made of
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Stuff that dreams are made of
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Hey, hey, hey!
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Stuff that dreams are made of
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Stuff that dreams are made of
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Hey, hey, hey!
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Stuff
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Stuff that dreams
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Are made of...
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Thanx to Corinna!
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Bangkok
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Fury in the Slaughterhouse |