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Who has been between these sheets |
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No one that I've known |
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People that I'll never meet |
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Slept here once and then moved on |
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Roll away to sleep |
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For the night |
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Behind this motel door |
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Leave this strange bed undisturbed |
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Sleep on the trusty floor |
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Sleep on the trusty floor |
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Sleep on the trusty floor |
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A thousand strangers |
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Have rested here |
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A thousand in one bed |
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I'd feel so vulnerable and weird |
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I'd rather sleep where |
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Souls have tread |
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Roll away to sleep |
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For the night |
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Behind this motel door |
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Leave this strange bed undisturbed |
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Sleep on the trusty floor |
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Sleep on the trusty floor |
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Sleep on the trusty floor |
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All floors are about the same |
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Every floor has got it's dust |
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When sleep pulls me |
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Like an Anchor |
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The floor is easy to trust |
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'Cause people lived and died |
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Beneath these covers |
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And I feel their presence still |
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I feel rooted to the ground |
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And I always will |
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Some have sunk |
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Into this mattress |
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Like a bad dream |
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Every one of them |
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Left something behind |
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I've shared strange beds before |
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But with people |
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I could see |
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Tonight my |
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Blankets on the floor |
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And I don't mind |
