| There’s a few too many years on this hotel
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| She used to be a beauty you can tell
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| The lights down in the lobby they don’t shine
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| They just flicker while the elevator winds
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| And the couple in the corner of the bar
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| Have traveled light and clearly traveled far
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| She’s got nothing left to learn about his heart
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| They’re sitting there a thousand miles apart
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| Baby let’s not ever get that way
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| I’ll say whatever words I need to say
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| I’ll throw rocks at your window from the street
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| And we’ll call ourselves the flagship of the fleet
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| There’s a lady shining shoes up by the door
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| and cowboy boots for seven dollars more
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| And I remember how you loved to see them shine
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| So I run upstairs and get a pair of mine
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| And there’s a painting on the wall beside the bed
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| The watercolor sky at Hilton Head
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| Then I see you in that summer when we met
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| And that boy you left in tears in his Corvette
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| Baby let’s not ever get that way
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| I’ll drive you to the ocean every day
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| We’ll stay up in the presidential suite
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| And call ourselves the flagship of the fleet
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| You gotta try and keep yourself naive
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| In spite of all the evidence believed
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| And volunteer to lose touch with the world
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| And focus on one solitary girl
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| Baby let’s not live to see it fade
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| I’ll cancel all the plans I’ve ever made
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| I’ll drive and you can ride in the back seat
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| And we’ll call ourselves the flagship of the fleet |