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gptkbp:notable_song
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You can check out any time you like, but you can never leave.
This could be Heaven or this could be Hell.
And in the master's chambers, they gathered for the feast.
But you can never leave.
Last thing I remember, I was running for the door.
Mirrors on the ceiling, the pink champagne on ice.
We are all just prisoners here, of our own device.
You can check out any time you like.
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