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Kajanus |
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The sun was down, the mist was high |
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I just kissed my love goodbye |
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She was off to chase a will |
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From an uncle in west Brazil |
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So there I was, all alone |
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Another week away from home |
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Walking down some foggy street |
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Looking out for a place to sleep |
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But a sound through the wind was carried well (oh so well) |
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The squeaking sign of Quay Hotel |
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Well the lights were dim, the lifts were slow |
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Still people, they come and go |
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Full of whispers and shady deals |
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Pouring out over greasy meals |
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Then evening came, and songs would flow |
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From the lady at 'le grande piano' |
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But the voice of Lilli-Ann |
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Sounds suspiciously like a man |
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Funny how I never heard those songs (all those songs) |
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But they knew them well - in Quay Hotel |
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Well the song and dance went raving on |
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But I kept feeling there was something wrong |
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For the look on every face |
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Put a gloom on this eerie place |
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Nervously they seemed to wait |
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For some dramatic unknown fate |
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They seemed to know their every stand |
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Like a spring-winding monkey band |
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I ran up to the door and tried to turn the keys |
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But a porter said, 'This way, please |
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Retire to your room |
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For your turn will be coming soon.' |
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And the night began to feel so long (oh so long) |
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I didn't sleep so well - in Quay Hotel |
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I knew I was a mistaken face |
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In this macabre waiting place |
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For the guests of this Hotel |
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Are checked in by the tolling bell |
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For I awoke in the same old foggy street |
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Without a trace in hell - of Quay Hotel. |
