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I can see my old hotel down amongst the smells. I'm up above that ancient city river It's filtered by my lousy liver. It's filtered by my wilted lily liver And I can see my old hotel. It ain't even a hotel. 5am there came some sleet or hail It was signal taps on the great window, solemn taps on the wavy window Well I can see my old hotel, hear those old touristy bells Soon i'll be down the hill a shopping. Giddy like a tipsy Mary Poppins And i can see my old hotel. It ain't even a hotel I'm scheduled to ride the rails and if i wish i'd stay on in this tower, things would deranged given just another hour From Letras Mania