Mark Lanegan — Hotel [«Scraps at midnight» 1998]

From the dive down to the wet
Usually I fall, tell myself 
It doesn't matter anyway
That this is just another day
I don't speak the [bad word] too much
Hear the roars and the hush
And the cold chill of time
And I'm happy murderin' my mind

Oh I remember your voice
Turnin' around and around and around in my head
Now it's just like you said
Everything inside is dead

From the pillar to the post
I kill what I can miss the most
Of the blame when you get in touch
Another town another torch
Thought I saw you in a dream
Fill the hours in between
When I call myself alone
Then I disappear below

I remember your face
But it's been a long been a long been a long long day
What I did along the way
Well I wouldn't care to say

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