In the mid of shoe stores and dimly lid bars
It's the whiskey cocktail as attractive as a jar
Moth velvet as potted palm gifts
Who would not be stunned if the front desk insists
Check in (over the years) , to commit suicide on squire
In Exeter Hotel, no signature or proof of identity required
Climb the four flight stair
Lock the door and fall into a softer chair
That the bed's made, that the white robe's fade
Just a man, who stays on his own
Check in (over the years) , to commit suicide on squire
In Exeter Hotel no signature or proof of identity required
Smothered, the reports straight and set
Thistle as even as omelet
The pallet scoop to favor
Just a blanket shaving at end
Check in (over the years) , to commit suicide on squire
In Exeter Hotel no signature or proof of identity requires
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