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It's anyone's guess as to where we're going to sleep tonightI'd always hoped for a 5-star hotelI'm crossing my fingers (?) when it awakes we'll be safely in jailI can still taste the smell of mom's cooking after a week of rotting outsideWooden floors (?) the scars on my nostrilsI can't take a breath without the fresh scent of pie From Letras Mania