One million ways lay in front of you
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And each way calls you to itself
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One - pleasant for eye, another - press for body
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Where? How do you go, it's up to you
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Here's an open way, and the palace there
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Everything you want - Paradise of God
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As a butterfly you're flying to the light
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But having flown up there, you will burn your wings!
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You will fall down, straight into the dirt
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Look around...
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Around: black, stench and scum
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In the dusty mirrors like ripples on the water
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Reflection of you as a candle in the dark
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Laughing above you dim light burns
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Welcome to my kingdom! The hoarse voice shouts.
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And in your brains as in rich kissel
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There will be insight - your pain in a head
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The demon spokes with you, you involved yet
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Will not see no light nor pleasure
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Remains only... A sin
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1000000 Ways
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