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Hotel Illness lyrics
Oh good heavens, baby where's my medicine?
I must have left it outside with my etiquette
The undertaker's rule of thumb
It's hard to talk with a novocain tongue
This room smells like hotel illness
The scars I hide are now your business
I can't seem to make hair nor hide of this
No baby love is not a punishment.
Hypnotize by your rotten behavior
This week's fashion is last year's flavor
I got a head full of sermons and a mouth full of spiders
The politics of the world's greatest liar
So tell me baby is it true all those things that they say about you...
Part of these releases
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- Track 5 on Croweology
- 4 Non Fiction
- 6 Soul Singing
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- Track 16 on Original Lives
- 15 Black Moon Creeping
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- Track 1 on Hotel Illness
- 2 Words You Throw Away
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