What used to be my home has changed to just a place to stay
A crumbled last resort when day is through
Sometime between sundown and dawn somehow i find my way
To my home motel on lost love avenue
The rooms are all a shambles
Things are scattered everywhere on the floor
Just another sign of how much i need you
I cal your name and then remember you don't live here anymore
At this home motel on lost love avenue
B@no one seems to really care if i come here at all
And the one who seems to care the least of all is you
I'm gonna hang a neon sign with letters big and blue
Home motel on lost love avenue
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