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chelsea
05:20
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For a chemical imbalance
You sure know how to ride a train
Your revolution is a deathbed
And the music is your maid
When someone comes a-knockin'
With a needle on a tray
Only your lonesome lies beside you
For you told me not to stay
You are somebody's baby
Some mother held you near
No, it's not important
They're just pretty words, my dear
There is no distraction
That can make me disappear
No, there's nothin' that won't remind you
I will always be right here
And you spit the blood back
Spit the blood back, baby
I'm amazed that you're alright
Oh, so long, prison boy
I won't be home with you tonight
We're both very sick
Our muscles all worn down
It's as if we are one-hundred
Know I won't still be around
Because I've fallen, yes, I've fallen
Right into the love I've found
Long before I reach one-hundred
I'll have fallen to the ground
And for generations
They'll romance us, make us more
Or much less than ever was before
The Chelsea and the floor
Make us stand before the masses
Like two speakers for the poor
When there was no revolution
Nothin' we were fightin' for
And you spit the blood back
Spit the blood back, baby
I'm amazed that you're alright
Oh, so long, prison boy
I won't be home, I won't be home
I won't be home with you tonight
And you can call the service bell
When we stay at the Chelsea Hotel
And I'll stay out of my own hell
Oh, so long, prison boy
I won't be home, I won't be home
I won't be home with you tonight
(Tonight)
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chelsea hotel #2
04:02
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I remember you well in the Chelsea Hotel
You were talkin' so brave and so sweet
Givin' me head on the unmade bed
While the limousines wait in the street
Those were the reason an' that was New York
We were runnin' for the money and the flesh
And that was called love for the workers in song
Probably still is for those of them left
Ah, but you got away, didn't you, baby?
You just turned your back on the crowd
You got away, I never once heard you say
I need you, I don't need you
I need you, I don't need you
And all of that jiving around
I remember you well in Chelsea Hotel
You were famous, your heart was a legend
You told me again you preferred handsome men
But for me you would make an exception
And clenching your fist for the ones like us
Who are oppressed by the figures of beauty
You fixed yourself, you said: Well, never mind
We are ugly but we have the music
And you got away, didn't you, baby?
You just turned your back on the crowd
You got away, I never once heard you say
I need you, I don't need you
I need you, I don't need you
And all of that jiving around
I don't mean to suggest that I loved you the best
I can't keep track of each fallen robin
I remember you well in Chelsea Hotel
That's all, I don't even think of you that often
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