| Picture a hotel room
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| Clothes scattered across the floor
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| Covers pulled back from the pillow
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| A sign hung on the door
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| Two lovers locked up tight
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| Through the endless days and nights
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| Hiding something they can’t show
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| Something no-one must know
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| There’s a room without a number
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| While the sign outside says there’s
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| No vacancy as you take your key
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| They smile at you so understandingly
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| She cried out in the night
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| Woke the porter from his sleep
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| He grinned slyly to himself
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| As he went to fetch his keys
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| Look what love has brought them to
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| This terrible nightmare
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| His or hers he could not tell
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| As they were sleeping there
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| And I wish he could be
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| The man he was before he was me
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| A girl arrived at first light
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| And inquired if they’d been seen
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| And why the numbers ran from twelve
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| Missing out thirteen
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| And they said oh my darling
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| Put it down to superstition
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| Try to avoid a scandal
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| And don’t arouse suspicion
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| They re-arranged the furniture
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| They even papered over the door
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| There’s a room without a number
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| While the sign outside says there’s
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| No vacancy as you take your key
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| They smile just so so you know |