 Hotel hobbies lyrics ( Fish )   
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 Rate Hotel Hobbies
Artist : Fish
Song : Hotel hobbies
Hotel hobbies padding dawns hollow corridors
Bell boys checking out the hookers in the bar
Slug-like fingers trace the star-spangled clouds
of cocaine on the mirror
The short straw took its bow
The tell tale tocking of the last cigarette
Marking time in the packet as the whisky sweat
Lies like discarded armour on an unmade bed
And a familiar craving is crawling in his head
And the only sign of life is the ticking of the
pen
Introducing characters to memories like old
friends
Frantic as a cardiograph scratching out the lines
A fever of confession a catalogue of crime in
happy hour
Do you cry in happy hour, do you hide in happy
hour,
The pilgrimage to happy hour
New shadows tugging at the corner of his eye
Jostling for attention as the sunlight flares
Through a curtains tear, shuffling its beams
As if in nervous anticipation of another day
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