| Down at The Chelsea Hotel with poetry and paintings
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| The walls are still holding memories of people who fell
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| Down through the years, fighting their fears
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| Down at The Chelsea Hotel
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| A sailor was dying to end all his feelings
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| Everything had just turned to hell, his lover was gone
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| But we have to carry on
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| We will carry on
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| Searching for truth with perpetual youth that will fade
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| And be gone in the blink of an eye
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| The world will be passing us by
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| Down at The Chelsea Hotel
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| Where Raymond is writing of poets and painters
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| Its something he does very well
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| A lover of his art, a lover in his heart
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| At The Chelsea Hotel
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| Where lovers and fighters are desperately dreaming
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| Of checking their hearts at the door
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| Never really sure, weve all been here before
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| Weve all been here before
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| Searching for truth with perpetual youth that will fade
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| And whats more in the blink of an eye
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| The world will be passing us by at The Chelsea Hotel
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| At The Chelsea Hotel
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| Down at The Chelsea Hotel |