Lyrics - Whiskeyclone, Hotel City 1997 by Beck

(one more time)
I was born in this hotelwashing dishes in the sinkmagazines and free sodatrying hard not to thinklay it on to the dawneverything we done is wrong
I'll be lonesome when
I'm gonelay it on to the dawn
She can talk to squirrelscoming back from the convalescent homestaring at sports carscryingrattlesnake on the ceilinggunpowder on my sleeve
I will live here foreverwith the ocean and the beeslay it on to the dawneverything we done is wrong
I'll be lonesome when
I'm gonelay it on to the dawn

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