| His skin is thick, it’s Rubbermaid, it’s Rubbermaid
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| My skin is thin, it’s paper-thin onion skin
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| He’s bred and spread like a hotel bed
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| He’s telling me he’s surprised
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| Now I got myself something to hide
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| 'Cause I’m locked in
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| Lost in the Sands Hotel
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| I’ve got a life, I’m in the light, but I don’t remain
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| Dragged my baggage across the state, opened it in his face
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| He’s bred and spread like a hotel bed
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| He’s telling me he’s surprised
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| Now I got myself something to hide
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| 'Cause I’m locked in
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| Lost in the Sands Hotel
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| (And life is grand in the sand)
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| Lost in the Sands Hotel
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| (And life is grand in the sand)
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| Lost, locked in
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| Show me someone that I’m not afraid of
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| Show me someone that I can see
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| Show me someone that I’m not afraid of
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| Show me someone that I can see
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| Show me someone that I’m not afraid of
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| Show me someone that I can see
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| Show me someone that I’m not afraid of
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| Show me someone that I can see
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| 'Cause I’m locked in
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| Lost in the Sands Hotel
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| (And life is grand in the sand)
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| Lost in the Sands Hotel
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| (And life is grand in the sand)
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| Lost, locked in
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| (And life is grand in the sand) |