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Empty Hotel by the Sea - Conor Oberst
Written by：Conor Oberst
Order an old fashioned with a splash of grand mariner
I'll be there in ten minutes if you'll stay
I don't wanna argue but I gotta tell you straight
And better if it happens face to face
They're lookin' for you brother
They keep stopping by the house
They're waiting at my work when I get out
What do you think would happen if they'd followed me here now
Do you really think they'd let it go
Well judging by your silence the answer's no
It's not true Matthew
No it's nothing like before
They know exactly where you're gonna be
In that presidential suite up on the 37th floor
With your feet propped up watchin' the TV
With a tray of food you're never gonna eat
And some sh*t excuse that no one would believe
In that empty hotel by the sea
Now when it's over I'll be talkin' to your grave
You might as well hear what I'll say
I can't forgive you and I'll never sing your praise
Why'd you always have to get your way
Now you're a legend to those sick neanderthals
The ones who count the bullet holes
Can't help admiring the splatter on the wall
Like cherry blossoms in the spring
Oh it's a thing of beauty 'til it gets cleaned
It's not true Matthew
No it's nothing like before
They know exactly where you're gonna be
In that presidential suite up on the 37th floor
With a blindfold on tryin' to fall asleep
While your rental car's on fire in the street
And the snowflakes falling softly on the beach
In that empty hotel by the sea
Oh it's it's not true Matthew
No it's nothing like before
They know exactly where you're bound to be
In that presidential suite up on the 37th floor
With your fingers broken pickin' up your teeth
With the realization you were in too deep
With some final words that no one will repeat
While the snow's still fallin' softly on the beach
In that empty hotel by the sea
