The smell of distant bleach
On fresh cleaned linens
This is the hotel room
That we will attempt to live in
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Faded carpets with old stains
Attempts to clean them
Have obviously gone in vain
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Paisley and plaid hung drapery
Old recliners
While we make our escape
From the city
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Old cigarette stains
Outside the door
From someone long before
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Shower curtains white
Fluffy and snug
With clean towels hung
Next to the rug
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Life lived in hotel rooms
Find a different way
Of saying hello
Enjoy your stay
A Cup of Songwriting 