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I'm calling you from the foyer |
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Of the Sands |
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HotelWhere the men and the women |
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Are acquainted quite well |
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And the drunkards keep on drinking |
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And oh, my room is cold |
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I'm disputing the bill |
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I will sleep in my clothes |
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And you, my invalid friend |
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You slam the receiver when you say"If I had your limbs for a dayI would steam away" |
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I'm calling you from the foyer |
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Of this awful hotel |
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Where the slime and the grime |
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GelAnd I cannot - or, |
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I do notAnd oh, my room is cold |
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And I'm envying you never having to choose |
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And you, my invalid friend |
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You slam the receiver when you say"If I had your limbs for a dayI would steam away" |
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I'm calling you from the foyer |
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Of the Sands |
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HotelIt's not low-life, it's just people |
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Having a good time |
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And oh, my invalid friend |
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Oh, my invalid friend |
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In our different ways we are |
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The same. |