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Lyrics from the Heart

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Last Chance Hotel

by Ronald Edwards, Copyright © 2008

Sleeping in a car
Temperatures so cold
No money in the pockets
Everything was sold

Nowhere left to rest the head
Doors once open now are shut
Under a bridge, out in the woods
Or make a cardboard hut

The cold cruel world
is all that’s left
Averted eyes don’t look at thee

They just walk by
and turn their heads
Pretending not to see

The street is unforgiving
The gutter hard and mean
Memories don’t help here
Or places where you've been

Thank God for those two fellows
Bill W. and Doctor Bob
Cause it was in their actions
That you no longer have to sob

The rooms where soon provided
for people living in this hell
The price to enter everything
at the last chance hotel

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