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On a dark desert ( highuai, highway, heighway ), cool wind in my hair
Warm ( hell, well, smell ) of colitas, rising up through the air
Up ahead in the ( distancy, distence, distance ), I saw a shimmering light
My head grew heavy and my sight grew dim
I had to stop for the night
There she stood in the doorway;
I heard the mission bell
And I was thinking to myself,
'This ( could be Heaven or this could be Hell', could be River or this could be Hell', could be Raven or this could be Hell' )
Then she lit up a candle and she showed me the way
There were voices down the corridor,
I thought I heard them say
Por favor, aguarde! Carregando...