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    "Hotel Hobbies" Lyrics


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    Hotel hobbies padding dawns hollow corridors
    Bell boys checking out the hookers in the bar
    Slug-like fingers trace the star-spangled clouds of cocaine on the mirror
    The short straw took it's bow

    The tell tale tocking of the last cigarette
    Marking time in the packet as the whisky sweat
    Lies like discarded armour on an unmade bed
    And a familiar craving is crawling in his head

    And the only sign of life is the ticking of the pen
    Introducing characters to memories like old friends
    Frantic as a cardiograph scratching out the lines
    A fever of confession a catalogue of crime in happy hour
    Do you cry in happy hour, do you hide in happy hour,
    The pilgrimage to happy hour

    New shadows tugging at the corner of his eye
    Jostling for attention as the sunlight flares
    Through a curtains tear, shuffling it's beams
    As if in nervous anticipation of another day
    This song was submitted on September 10th, 2012 and last modified on October 18th, 2016.
    Thanks to Snap for the contribution to this song.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Emi Music Publishing.
    Written by Derek William Dick, Ian Mosley, Mark Kelly, Peter Trewavas, Steve Rothery.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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