A picture on the wall, like a postcard with a better view of,
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all things absent from Room 209.
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Diana sips from an empty glass of hope she poured last night,
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The clouds above reflect the shape of all she's gotta leave behind.
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We always think there's something better in the place we are not,
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In dreams the reality of it all,
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Nobody's happy where they're at and we all wanna be somebody else
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Another scribbled stationary book of lies,
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another staged confession that just goes unheard,
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Harry Detroit in 304 made one last promise now,
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I'm going out without a trace a vanishing act before your eyes
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Nobody wants what they have got and what they got is not enough,
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in dreams the reality of it all,
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a lighter shade of green the grass maybe if I believe it so, then I'll be home.
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Here I go uncertain that if what I find is what I want,
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the best for me is everything,
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I reach for the same as what I'm running from,
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I guess I'll never know
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Is it the struggle that we live for,
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is it keeping us alive to breathe to want, to know, to love Just one more day,
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Just one more way
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So here I go.......I'm half the way to home.....
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<font size=1>Thanks to <b>Keith ([email protected])</b> for these lyrics</font>
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Lost Motel
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Strung Out |