| I found myself lying on the balcony
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| Stripling terror, naked to the bone;
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| The secret asteroid jungle nearly done for me —
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| I saw it all just a moment ago
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| I know I’d better watch out
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| For the Central Hotel…
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| I’m not going back
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| Repetition, superstition, singularity
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| Though every cell in the body has changed
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| The walls move in well-accustomed hilarity —
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| The circuit changes, but the joke stays the same
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| I know I’d better watch out
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| For the Central Hotel
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| I think I’d better get out
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| I’m not feeling so well
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| And I won’t be going back
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| Not if I can help it
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| I can’t help it, I can’t help it
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| If I still am what I was;
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| I can’t help it, I can’t help it
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| I can’t stop the therefore because I can’t help it
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| The grace of god shows I’ll be going on
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| I’ll be coming back
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| I know nothing of the miles of the marathon
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| I hear nothing of the footfall behind
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| I search for rhythm and I find that I haven’t one
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| Slow motion in the runner’s mind
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| I know I’d better watch out
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| For the Central Hotel
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| I think I’d better get out
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| I’m not feeling so well
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| I know I’d better check out
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| But anyone here can tell
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| I’ll be coming back, I’ll be back
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| I’m the Central Hotel
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| I’m the Central Hotel
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| I’m the Central Hotel |