room 8 the invite says
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come and surpise you're oldest friend
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the door's ajar, what's behind
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in room 8, room 8, room 8
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cards are found in boxes there
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welcome me in to the earthly air
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a baby girl named Jennifer
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born here, born here, in room 8
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lock the car
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tremble and shake
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baby the call was just a fake
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but there she is spotted through rain
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jennifer she calls your name
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on the bed, hip displaced
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broken nose and a toothless face
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but she's alive, she's awake
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in room 8, room 8, room 8
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and she whispers,
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we're still working full-time for love underpaid, overworked, uninsured
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we'll work gladly with our hands, we'll take off our gloves
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'til it's only love - 'til love remains
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in room 8, room 8, room 8
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I've never felt this pain before
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doubled over the motel floor
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the ambulance it pulls away
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with only tears as my alibi
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but i'm still workin' full-time for love 9 to 5, weekends, and holidays
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don't lay me off with severence pay
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work me 'til I'm enslaved
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by your elusive ways, invisible of
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in room 8, room 8, room 8
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Room 8
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Rilo Kiley |