I'm at a hotel on the edge of town
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Nothing is mine
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I am still in that city today
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Maybe never again
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But there on the floor of my room
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Your things are yours
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Yes, when I disappear before dawn
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You don't know my real name
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Hotel, motel
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Another day and another city
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Number of rooms
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Last name on the door
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Hotel, motel
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Another day and another city
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Number of rooms
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Last name on the door
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He gently calls me to stop by
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And it doesn't matter what time it is
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Sometimes even at night around two or three
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He likes to take off my bathrobe from the door
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In a minute, her diamonds were on the floor
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They tell me she would like me to remember her
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Her body language tells me "Don't stop"
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And the morning as close as my stuff
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Right next to the suitcase
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I'm at a hotel on the edge of town
|
Nothing is mine
|
I am still in that city today
|
Maybe never again
|
But there on the floor of my room
|
Your things are yours
|
Yes, when I disappear before dawn
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You don't know my real name
|
Hotel, motel
|
Another day and another city
|
Number of rooms
|
Last name on the door
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Hotel, motel
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Another day and another city
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Number of rooms
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Last name on the door
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She tells me to follow
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My Instagram and will always know
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When I'm there, he asks if I'll call again
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Or for the last time, she would like to know everything
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In a minute, her diamonds were on the floor
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They tell me she would like me to remember her
|
Her body language tells me "Don't stop"
|
And the morning as close as my stuff
|
Right next to the suitcase
|
I'm at a hotel on the edge of town
|
Nothing is mine
|
I am still in that city today
|
Maybe never again
|
But there on the floor of my room
|
Your things are yours
|
Yes, when I disappear before dawn
|
You don't know my real name
|
Hotel, motel
|
Another day and another city
|
Number of rooms
|
Last name on the door
|
Hotel, motel
|
Another day and another city
|
Number of rooms
|
Last name on the door |