| Hotel room survival
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| Room without a view
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| Beside table Bible
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| Throws the book at you
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| And you can’t make your mind up
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| If you’re angry or your dumb
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| But you know the night before
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| Has left you cold and numb
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| Leave your bags unopened
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| And feel a thousand years old
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| In this room you’ve picked
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| You feel you’ve been kicked
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| Hard in the soul
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| And it’s the calm before the storm
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| No one’s arms to keep you warm
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| And as the calm before the storm decends
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| I know I’ll never, never touch you again
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| Hotel room survivor
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| Divided in your thoughts
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| Multiply the reasons
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| Add up all the naughts
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| You don’t have to be a genius
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| To put together two and two
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| But everytime he’s home
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| He says he’s so in love with you
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| But lies and poor excuses
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| Will always be the same
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| And it’s never you that chooses
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| To be left out in the rain
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| And it’s the calm before the storm
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| No one’s there to keep you warm anymore
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| And as the calm before the storm decends
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| I know I’ll never, ever touch you. |
| again |