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Well the desk porter laughed
News of our legend and our exploits
Travelled car
From bell-hop to hired car
All this and more
Modern history
On the third floor
So is this where he died
Spend your life cutting words up
With a knife
I light a candle for each night
You wate away your life
Modern history
On the third floor
Well they´re never gonna forget us
We´re the most famous
People that they know
Went to a party
I didn´t say a word
You don´t know how lucky you were
You don´t know how lucky you are
So we set fire to your room
And we bandaged up your
Hands and arms - now
Where´s your beauty gone
Modern history
On the third floor
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