Allen Hotel

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Sometimes at night I drive by and stare
And wonder what my life would be like if I had wound up there
Would I walk around with that look on my face
That dreaded look of having been condemned to this place

The hanging light bulb reflecting through the broken pane
Bullet-filed walls, the roof cant seem to stop the rain
Out on the streets, whores trade their bodies for balloons
Had to get away, couldn't get too far too soon