| An old man cuts his face
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| But not because the razor’s dull
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| It’s from his hands shaking
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| From the lack of what he’s taking
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| Not like an old man’s memories
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| His wrongs are still and forever
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| Hoping mistakes will fade with the sun
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| But no surprise, they never do
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| Hoping mistakes will fade with the sun
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| They never do at Hell’s Motel
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| Lord, please spread my wings
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| I want to fly away
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| I don’t want to die on the vine
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| Lord, please smile on me
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| I don’t want to live forever
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| But I don’t want to die on the vine
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| Never talks about the past
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| How he could hold a scalpel
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| Mighty hippocratic oath
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| How he sold himself for naught
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| He lived when they lived
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| And he died when they died, too
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| Accepting the new sacred calf of the pagans
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| As we all die on the vine
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| Accepting the new sacred calf of the pagans
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| That’s life in Hell’s Motel
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| Oh Lord, please spread my wings
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| I want to fly away
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| But I don’t want to die on the vine
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| Oh Lord, won’t you smile on me
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| I don’t want to live forever
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| I just don’t want to die on the vine
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| And tonight he’ll close his eyes
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| Hoping the sun will rise again
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| And all will be forgiven
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| And this was all just a dream
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| But the walls to the motel are thin
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| And next door someone’s getting beaten
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| Tears for the unknown are seeds that are sown
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| And we’re all on the run
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| Tears for the unknown are seeds that are sown
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| This ain’t life at Hell’s Motel
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| Hell’s Motel
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| This ain’t life
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| In Hell’s Motel |