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On the corner I pass by dreaming
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At the end of every street.
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There's a house I whisper gently
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And its where I'll rest my feet.
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As I step in through the doorway
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I turn and hesitate.
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Will he follow me in my boldest dreams
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Or is it already too late?
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Should I stop by for just a little while
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Or hurry past with speed?
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Should I mention all my heartache
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Or turn the other cheek?
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Should I mention what I've been doing?
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Did you notice how I speak?
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Did I tell you what you did to me?
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Did I tell you I'm in deep?
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He's seen me coming now.
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On the corner I pass by dreaming
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At the end of my old street.
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There's the house I whisper gently
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and I call it Hotel Splendide.
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Did you notice what I did to you?
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Did you notice where I've been?
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Did I tell you how I've changed my mind?
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Did you notice how I speak?
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He's seen me coming now.
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HOTEL SPLENDIDE
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| Bernard Butler |
