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The Doors - Lions in the street
Lions in the street and roaming
Dogs in heat, rabid, foaming
A beast caged in the heart of the city
The body of his mother rotting in the summer ground
He fled the town
Went down south and crossed the border
Left the chaos and disorder
Back there over his shoulder
One morning he awoke in a green hotel
With a strange creature groaning beside him
Sweat oozed from it`s shiny skin
Is everbody in?
The ceremony is about to begin
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