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Mrs. Smith and Mr. Jones have come to pass the night
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They pulled off of the highway when they saw my light
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It's a vacancy I offer them, what they offer me
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Is fullness for a lifetime that's bare as can be
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There's a vacancy, won't you come to me
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And fill my empty spaces
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I'm a motel man in a promised land
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That's filled with empty faces
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So won't you bring your sorrows bring your dreams,
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It's a place for you to be
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There's no more tomorrow or that's how it seems
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Won't you come to me? I've got a vacancy
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Another name, another key, another pass to glory
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Another night, another sight, another bedtime story
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Another stage, another chance, for gentleness or violence
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Another birth, another dance, another death in silence
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There's a vacancy, won't you come to me
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And fill my empty spaces
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I'm a motel man in a promised land
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That's filled with empty faces
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So won't you bring your sorrows bring your dreams,
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It's a place for you to be
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There's no more tomorrow or that's how it seems
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Won't you come to me? I've got a vacancy
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Mr. John is coming on with his liason
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Mr. Soft is comin' off and soon he'll be gone
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Mrs. Hart has come apart now that she's alone
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Mr. Jive has come alive but nobody's home
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Mornings come checkout time, with my pail and broom
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I find what they've left behind in every tell-tale room
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The sheets show their struggles, the glasses their fears
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The ashtrays the hours passed, the towels their tears
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There's a vacancy, won't you come to me
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And fill my empty spaces
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I'm a motel man in a promised land
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That's filled with empty faces
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So won't you bring your sorrows bring your dreams,
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It's a place for you to be
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There's no more tomorrow or that's how it seems
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Won't you come to me? I've got a vacancy
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Vacancy
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| Harry Chapin |
