(Mary Gauthier/Keri Powers)
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He's lying on the double bed acting self-assured
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In his T-shirt ana his underwear he's barely said a word
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She pours a cup of coffee lights the day's first cigarette
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Picks up the phone and call her kids from the motel kitchenette
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There's two guys moving slowly in the room across the hall
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Both their heads are pounding from last night's alcohol
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They met in a chat room then they took it here
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They both go by pseudonyms and soon they'll disappear
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Cheaters, liars, outlaws, and fallen angels
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Come looking for the grace from which they fell
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They hold on to each other in the darkness
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The morning light is hell at the Camelot Motel
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He met her at the pool hall the guys told him she was touched
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Now she's ranting and she's raving about the Devil, Christ and such
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He's thinking about the highway and the way she begged last night
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He's wishing he had blown this dump before the morning light
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Cheaters, liars, outlaws, and fallen angels Come
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looking for the grace from which they fell
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They hold on to each other in the darkness
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The morning light is hell at the Camelot Motel
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Lancelot and Guenivere bang their bedpost in my ear
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Neon lights the castle walls bug lights in the entry halls
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I lie awake with a troubled mind thinking 'bout what I left behind
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Me and the royal denizens got damn good reasons for our sins
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There's a couple counting money in room 124
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They're wrapping 10's and 20's throwing 1's down on the floor
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They're strung out and nervous, they jump at every little sound
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He keeps picking up his pistol then putting his pistol down
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Cheaters, liars, outlaws, and fallen angels
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Come looking for the grace
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from which they fell
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They hold on to each other
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in the darkness
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The morning light is hell
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Camelot Motel
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Mary Gauthier |