| Room number 10 at the Holiday Inn
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| I softly knocked upon the door
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| Both excited and ashamed
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| I slipped off my ring
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| Somethin' I’d never done before
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| The door open wide she welcomed me inside
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| Took my coat and offered me a drink
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| I just shook my head
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| I sat down on the bed
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| I looked her in the eye
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| And said, «No thanks»
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| «Don't make me feel at home
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| 'Cause there ain’t nothin there but wood and stone
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| Loneliness is all I feel inside those walls
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| And I can’t go home
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| Please make me feel the way
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| She hasn’t made me feel in way too long
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| Warm me with your touch
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| Make me feel loved
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| Don’t make me feel at home»
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| There’s no love at home
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| Is it right or is it wrong?
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| Does it matter if no one really cares?
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| When she took my hand
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| I told her once again
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| As I took the ribbon from her hair
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| «Don't make me feel at home
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| 'Cause there ain’t nothin there but wood and stone
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| Loneliness is all I feel inside those walls
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| And I can’t go home
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| Please make me feel the way
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| She hasn’t made me feel in way too long
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| Warm me with your touch
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| Make me feel loved
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| Don’t make me feel at home
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| Warm me with your touch
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| Make me feel loved
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| Don’t make me feel at home» |