| How long’s it gonna be, babe
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| Before I get over you, doll
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| You’re tearin' the stuff right out of me kid
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| What with you living right up the hall
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| And I’m tired of living in this hotel
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| TV and dirty magazines
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| And I’m tired of livin' on 23rd Street
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| Strung out like some Christmas lights
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| Out there in the Chelsea night
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| Maybe you just didn’t read me right
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| The lights went out and you just sitting on the stair
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| I played your song but I couldn’t get the melody right
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| Why don’t you just shoot up like a ball of rubber bands
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| And I’m tired of living in this hotel
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| Fire and ashes blowin' cross the sheets
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| And I’m tired of livin' on 23rd Street
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| Strung out like some Christmas lights
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| Out there in the Chelsea night
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| I fell like getting rid of all my things
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| Maybe just disappear into the fall
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| The traffic roars and my stomach screams
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| Sittin' here watchin' roaches climb the wall
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| And I’m tired of living here in this hotel
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| Following a rainbow into town
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| And I’m just trying to get a little sleep
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| Strung out like some Christmas lights
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| Out there in the Chelsea night |