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"gotcha!"

"hey sucker let me outa here!"
"hey, man!"

Bangkok on a sunny day
The rain has washed the blood away
Thousand of veins left in the streets
But I can't wash away the red points
On the sheets of the hotels
And the cheap rooms
Of the cheap whores
Under palm trees
Under palm trees

My brain is running in circles now
I gotta cure the pain somehow
There's a coloured cloud in front of sun
And a face is trying to cheat me
And to take away the fun

And the killer troups of the dea
Have just brought my friend away
In the stuff that dreams are made of

In the stuff that dreams are made of
Stuff that dreams are made of
Hey, hey, hey!

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