VACANT HOTEL LOBBY LYRICS
by THE SILENT TYPE
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There's on my shelf, one that's been held by many hands, except for mine: breaking its spine just seemed so drastic. Why wound the words before I've even read them? What story's worth that act of blatant violence when no hero's work can keep the page from turning toward its certain end? And still we think there's hope and tell ourselves that stories will always work out as the author sets down, with everybody happy that suffering had taught them that patience and pain could make our lives more hole. And don't you think that's right? I want to hope that's right. I need to know that's right.
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