Another lonely night in Amersterdam
The stars are coming out in waves
And I miss my Miss America from Park Hotel
But I'm too stoned to call it a day
When everything you wanted
Is hard to hide behind your lies
And I'm locked in my hotel room
Turning over our goodbyes
I will write this down for you
So you can read it
I will hold my breath for you
Till I can't
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