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Paying at the holloway |
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It's 35 dollars a night |
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Check in through a man named kim |
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He's got a call and an angry wife |
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And i can hear |
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The spanish screams |
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Of girlfriends in the other rooms |
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Who are not like me |
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And they say |
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Make no regrets |
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Don't slow down |
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This time |
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Upstairs in a plastic room |
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Half-stare and watching |
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Old cartoons |
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I turn down the bed |
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Waiting an hour or more |
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For footsteps |
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And an open door |
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I take off my watch |
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And i hope you come back safe this time |
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From your copping spree |
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In little mexico |
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Underneath an l.a. traffic light |
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And they say |
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Make no regrets |
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Don't slow down |
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This time |
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I feel you staring down at me |
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You lean to burn a cigarrete |
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And i roll up my sleeve |
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And you say you'll never leave |
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And i'll never get away as long as i keep still |
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And i hold my breath |
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And with the shame |
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I fall down into sleep |
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And they say |
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Make no regrets |
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Don't slow down |
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This time |
