| It’s a cheap hotel, the heat pipes hiss
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| The bathroom’s down the hall, and it smells like piss
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| It’s another night in another town
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| And I’m another blues traveler headed down
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| Falling out of love is a dangerous thing
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| With its slippery slopes and its weighted wings
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| With its birds of prey circling overhead
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| Casting vulture shadows on barren beds
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| Let me out, set me free
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| Let me out, set me free
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| The clock inside the church bell tower
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| Rings your name every hour
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| I see your face, I touch your hair
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| Then the ringing fades and nobody’s there
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| Falling out of love is a treacherous thing
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| With its crucible kiss and its ravaged ring
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| With its holy whispers and labyrinth lies
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| Sacrilegious hungry sighs
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| Let me out, set me free
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| Let me out, set me free
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| I walk the streets, and I taste the dirt
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| I am flesh and blood, and my body hurts
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| I search your silence looking for a crack
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| For a passageway where I can pull you back
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| Falling out of love is a tedious thing
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| With its jailhouse smirk and its chain gang swing
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| Its time to serve and its sentence set
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| With its warm blood and cold sweat
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| Let me out, set me free |