(Dan Messe/Gary Maurer)
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Ten dollars for the room
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Torn blankets smell like old perfume
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Then love checks in, trips a wire,
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Skips the bill, sets a fire
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And leaves the wreck that's left behind
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With one desire, one desire
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Don't worry 'bout the key
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Lock's busted, and the chain is free
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Light comes up, the sun goes down
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A rented room, a borrowed town
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That burns the memories to the ground
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With one more round, one more round
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One more round
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Ten miles 'til the dawn
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A sign lights up and it pulls you on
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So strip the bed, slash the tire
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A broken home, a hotel fire
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You ask yourself again, am I
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Your one desire, one desire
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Hotel Fire
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