Stairs to heaven or hell...
It is my stairs to seventh heaven.
My own place to rest, to feel.
It is my home, away from home.
Because I'm here but I'm in heaven.
I call it the stairs to heaven.
Some call it a ticket to hell.
Heaven is where I am and rather be.
Hell is where they want to take me away.
I call it the way to seventh heaven.
My own ticket to hell, to rest, to feel.
You do not understand, until you see...
Hell is heaven when you follow me.
It is the stairway to heaven.
A stairway to an eternity of rest.
As I make my way I feel blessed.
Blessed by the release of...
... Opium.
My own place to rest, to feel.
It is my home, away from home.
Because I'm here but I'm in heaven.
I call it the stairs to heaven.
Some call it a ticket to hell.
Heaven is where I am and rather be.
Hell is where they want to take me away.
I call it the way to seventh heaven.
My own ticket to hell, to rest, to feel.
You do not understand, until you see...
Hell is heaven when you follow me.
It is the stairway to heaven.
A stairway to an eternity of rest.
As I make my way I feel blessed.
Blessed by the release of...
... Opium.
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| Auteur: Skydancer | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: Sheena | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 07 december 2007 | ||
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