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

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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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