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On
a dark desert highway, cool wind in my hair Warm smell of colitas rising
up through the air Up ahead in the distance, I saw a shimmering light My
head grew heavy, and my sight grew dimmer 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'
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you want to stop?
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