Final Act.

All we are is Dust In The Wind
Like a Smoke On The Water
And Another Brick In The Wall.
Screaming like War Pigs
In the Hotel California
Searching the Starway To Heaven.
Fighting against Ironman
Trying to Dream On
Saying Welcome To The Jungle.
Until He Sleeps forever
And Nothing Else Matters.
Starting a Paranoid
Called like Master of Puppets.
Find the Satisfaction in simple things
And entering in a Comfortably Numb.
Well,This Is Halloween
Have Sweat Dreams
With The Death Song.
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