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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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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Played of all the 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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Flipped the elevator keys and said "Go to the thirteenth floor"
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So in a flash I was there, cold 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' on 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 his 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 adrenheline rush that's 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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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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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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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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Walk in 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 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 made more cash than we could imagine, but never lived life
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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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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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Since we're all trapped 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, Macristo'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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Eve
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Check the scenery
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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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Well fuck it |