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It's gettin old, I've done this all before Hotel to Motel, Motel means all alone I sense a reassurance, it's happening again So let's do it one more time before we go to hell Grab the keys, start the car Take me home, to where my records are Hit the gas, take the open road I'm turning on the stereo first thing when I get home Time's movin on, I haven't slept for days It's eating me up inside, inside I've slipped away I know it's getting closer, I feel 'em almost there Still one more time can't hurt me, but I won't shed a tear Grab the keys, start the car Take me home, to where my records are Hit the gas, take the open road I'm turning on the stereo first thing when I get home The time has come, been waitin for so long It's written on my face, my face is turned to stone Not askin for your sympathy, I just want out of here So scratch the day off the month, and say the coast is clear Grab the keys, start the car Take me home, to where my records are Hit the gas, take the open road I'm turning on the stereo first thing when I get home Grab the keys, start the car Take me home, to where my records are Hit the gas, take the open road I've had enough, now take me home |