Chorus:
Hotel keys are what I'm holding.
It's room number 225.
Hotel keys are what I'm holding.
I'm here but I'm barely alive.
Had a hotel room in Tennessee.
What the hell is going on below me?
Voices scattered in rows
Up through the floors.
Silence was shattered
By the slamming of the doors.
Chorus
Well a busted sign said
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