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In the hotel, I can't remember how the past feltI rent a blank room to stop living in my past selfFuck nowI'm outta here tomorrowFuck nowI'm outta here tomorrowAnd when I check out, it won't matter how my name's spelledCause when you pass through, you only keep what you can't sellIn the hotel, I can't remember how the past feltBut in a strange bed, I keep sleeping with my past selfFuck now, I'm outta here tomorrowFuck now, I'm outta here tomorrowAnd when I check out, it won't matter how my name's spelledCause when you pass through, you only keep what you can't sell From Letras Mania