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Whiskeyclone, Hotel City 1997 Lyrics

by

Beck



(one more time)

I was born in this hotel
washing dishes in the sink
magazines and free soda
trying hard not to think

lay it on to the dawn
everything we done is wrong
I'll be lonesome when I'm gone
lay it on to the dawn

She can talk to squirrels
coming back from the convalescent home
staring at sports cars
crying

rattlesnake on the ceiling
gunpowder on my sleeve
I will live here forever
with the ocean and the bees

lay it on to the dawn
everything we done is wrong
I'll be lonesome when I'm gone
lay it on to the dawn



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