Sometimes at night I drive by and stare And wonder what my life would be like if I had wound up there Would I walk around with that look on my face That dreaded look of having been condemned to this place
[Chorus:] I could have kept on drinking I could have gone to jail My twisted road was sinking Straight to the?
Allen Hotel The Stories they tell At the Allen Hotel The broken memories that dwell
The hanging light bulb reflecting through the broken pane Bullet-filed walls, the roof cant seem to stop the rain Out on the Streets, whores trade their bodies for balloons Had to get away, couldn't get too far too soon
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[Chorus]Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
