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It's a cheap hotel, the heat pipes hiss |
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The bathroom's down the hall, and it smells like piss |
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It's another night in another town |
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And I'm another blues traveler headed down |
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Falling out of love is a dangerous thing |
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With its slippery slopes and its weighted wings |
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With its birds of prey circling overhead |
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Casting vulture shadows on barren beds |
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Let me out, set me free |
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Let me out, set me free |
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The clock inside the church bell tower |
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Rings your name every hour |
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I see your face, I touch your hair |
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Then the ringing fades and nobody's there |
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Falling out of love is a treacherous thing |
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With its crucible kiss and its ravaged ring |
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With its holy whispers and labyrinth lies |
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Sacrilegious hungry sighs |
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Let me out, set me free |
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Let me out, set me free |
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I walk the streets, and I taste the dirt |
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I am flesh and blood, and my body hurts |
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I search your silence looking for a crack |
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For a passageway where I can pull you back |
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Falling out of love is a tedious thing |
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With its jailhouse smirk and its chain gang swing |
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Its time to serve and its sentence set |
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With its warm blood and cold sweat |
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Let me out, set me free |
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Let me out, set me free |