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	February… one long day
	I'd hardly call it summer when my skin’s so pale
	Two star room well that’s ok
	I stay one night then move on to another place
	Each place I stay I hear the same wrong done
	on my hotel radio
	Far away from the bastard few
	Roman pillar houses with a harbour view
	I aspire to nothing it’s a regular thing’
	On my hotel radio
	Been turning circles love the Bakerlite dial
	Been finding stations playing tunes I ain't heard in a while
	And I've been making different pictures to the same ol songs
	On my hotel radio
	February one long day
	I hardly call it summer when my skins so pale
	I aspire to nothing it’s a regular thing
	On my hotel radio
	February, one long day
	I hardly call it summer when my skins so pale

	February one long day
	I' d hardly call it summer when my skin' s so pale
	Two star room well that' s ok
	I stay one night then move on to another place
	Each place I stay I hear the same wrong done
	on my hotel radio
	Far away from the bastard few
	Roman pillar houses with a harbour view
	I aspire to nothing it' s a regular thing'
	On my hotel radio
	Been turning circles love the Bakerlite dial
	Been finding stations playing tunes I ain' t heard in a while
	And I' ve been making different pictures to the same ol songs
	On my hotel radio
	February one long day
	I hardly call it summer when my skins so pale
	I aspire to nothing it' s a regular thing
	On my hotel radio
	February, one long day
	I hardly call it summer when my skins so pale