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Deadly Rooms of Death (DROD) is a computer puzzle game. It was created by Erik Hermansen in 1996 and has been regularly extended since then. The original version of the game published by Webfoot Technologies is no longer available. In 2000 the author reacquired the rights to DROD from Webfoot and released the source code; he continues the support and development as "Caravel DROD". more »

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I’m On this journey all alone
Quite the rolling stone
Solo nomadic with the roam
Johnny Rambo like Stallone
And I’m finding what’s not known
Cause I’m a Rider like Wenon
Yea, to each Charlize Thereon
I Guess I’m reaping what I’ve sown
Please don’t clip the wings I’ve grown
Look how far I’ve flown
I Snowboard that Matterhorn
And shred the Patagon' yeah
Down to Melbourne off to Rome
Deep in them catacombs
Faced that racial tension in Stockholm
I'm Making love in Barcelona
Airplane mode up on the phone
My Altitudes unknown
I feel this world is what its shown
Just One game of thrones
And I don’t know my time nor zone
Or which way takes me home
So I'm staying blown like bugle tones
And keep on rocking like Ramones
What’s for sure my passport is a whore
Saying, open-me up with your fingers baby
What you waiting for
There’s so much to explore
And life's an open door
Come on Daniel stamp me more
Before we lose the allure
Mi amor por favor
No need to look what’s in store
It's all just for decor
Because we’re what they’re shopping for
Go on an soar, and don’t be sore
Look at all that we have endured
She said I’m staying on my shores
I wont fight in my 3rd war
2 years tougher than my tours
Numb to salt now as it pours
My Broke ass heart is feeling poor
Them nightly tears fall thru my pores
I slightly fear our shared rappor, yeah
To bottle up means stronger core
I’ll keep it private what we swore
And you keep driving like before
To bottle up means stronger core
I’ll keep it private what we swore
And you keep driving like before
Please don’t clip the wings I’ve grown
Look how far I’ve flown
I Snowboard that Matterhorn
And shred the Patagon' yeah
Down to Melbourne off to Rome
Deep in them catacombs
Faced that racial tension in Stockholm
I'm Making love in Barcelona
Airplane mode up on the phone
My Altitudes unknown
I feel this world is what its shown
Just One game of thrones
And I don’t know my time nor zone
Or which way takes me home
So I'm staying blown like bugle tones
And keep on rocking like Ramones
I’m On this journey all alone
Quite the rolling stone
Solo nomadic with the roam
Johnny Rambo like Stallone
And I’m finding what’s not known
Cause I’m a Rider like Wenon
Yea, to each Charlize Thereon
I Guess I’m reaping what I’ve sown

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