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I'm calling you from the foyer
Of the Sands Hotel
Where the men and the women are acquainted quite well
And the drunkards keep on drinking
And oh, my room is cold
I'm disputing the bill, I will sleep in my clothes
And you my invalid friend
You slammed the receiver when you say
oIf I had your limbs for a day
I would steam away@
I'm calling you from the foyer
Of this awful hotel
Where the slime and the grime gel
And I cannot, or I do not
And oh, my room is cold
And I'm envying you never having to choose
And you my invalid friend
You slammed the receiver when you say
oIf I had your limbs for a day
I would steam away@
I'm calling you from the foyer
Of the Sands Hotel
It's not low-life, it's just people having a good time
And oh, my invalid friend, oh my invalid friend
In our different ways we are the same
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