Smoke On the Water

Deep Purple

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	We all came down to Montreux On the Lake Ge	neva	shoreline.

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	To make records with the mobile, We didn't	have much	time.

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	Frank Zappa and the mothers Were at the best	place a	round.

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	But some stupid with a flare-gun Burned the place	to the	ground

They burned down the gambling house, It died with an awful sound.

A funky Claude was running in and out, Pulling kids out the ground.

When it all was over, We had to find another place.

But Swiss time was running out, It seemed that we would lose the race.

We ended up at the Grand Hotel, It was empty cold and bare.

But with the rolling truck stones thing outside Making our music there.

With a few red lights and a few old beds, We made a place to sweat.

No matter what we get out of this, I know well never forget: