| Well it aint home
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| But itll have to do for a while
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| Got a fold down bed
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| Two windows on the parking lot
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| Three plates in the kitchenette
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| A table and chair where i can eat
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| A little black-and-white tv A shower stall and a bathroom sink
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| And one two-drawer nightsand
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| Barely enough room to be a man
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| And on the nightstand
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| Sits a photograph
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| Of my wife and kids
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| Reminding me of how good it was
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| And right now, how bad it is Beside it there’s a coffe cup
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| Where i keep my wedding ring and stuff
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| And some nights it still keeps me up How i got where i am Funny how a man’s life can be reduced
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| To one nightstand
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| On the fifth of last november
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| On a business trip in strangers
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| Alone for the night
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| She said 'hi im angie
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| And im from boston
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| Would you drink a beer with me If i bought’em?
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| So i hit the hotel bar with her
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| Figured, what would it hurt?
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| Sittin' on the bed
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| Leanin' against the wall
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| With a bible and a gun
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| One of them was gonna save me The only question was which one
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| So i got down on my shakin knees
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| Asked the lord forgive me please
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| Dropped the gun and grabbed my keys
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| That picture and my wedding band
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| Funny how a man’s life can all come down
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| To one nightstand
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| One nightstand
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| One nightstand |