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Silver Bell, Silver Bell |
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Yeah, that's the name of the old motel |
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You were traveling when they fell |
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Down on a bed at the Silver Bell |
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How you been, I'm doing well |
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I hear, you're digging a hole to hell |
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How you been, I'm doing well |
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Meet me tonight at the silver bell |
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I hate to tell you baby, this is home |
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The wallpaper is a color called sea foam |
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Pull down the shades a little |
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And you've got yourself a prison cell |
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Every night the wicked wait tonight |
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Baby at the Silver Bell |
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Silver Bell |
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Yeah, that's the name of the old motel |
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I did a stupid thing, I even tried |
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Feels like a hundred bees are |
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Stinging me from the inside |
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Don't know just what to do |
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Don't know just who to tell |
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So I'm telling you to meet me |
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Tonight down at the Silver Bell |
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Silver Bell |
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Yeah, that's the name of the old hotel |
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I hate to tell you baby, this is home |
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The wallpaper is a color called sea foam |
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Pull down the shades a little |
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And you've got yourself a prison cell |
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Every night the wicked wait |
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Down at the Silver Bell |
