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There's a hotel in my memory |
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Pink Flamingos and light flickering |
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from the TV screen |
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come lay down here with me |
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your mom and |
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dad are right outside |
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so we climbed up here so we can hide from |
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everything |
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from all the lies that we've lived beneath |
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let's pick up |
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where we left off |
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let's string up everything that we've been afraid of |
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we've been living under, we've been taught to remember |
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and let's |
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learn how to love |
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there's a hotel in your memory |
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Pink Flamingos |
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and light flickering from the TV screen |
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come hide up here with me |
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thinking it up is making it real - you create the scene |
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you've lived in |
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for years - it's scary to think |
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what some lies will make you believe |