Danko Jones
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It's gettin old, I've done this all before
Hotel to Motel, Motel means all alone
I sense a reassurance, it's happening again
So let's do it one more time before we go to hell

Grab the keys, start the car
Take me home, to where my records are
Hit the gas, take the open road
I'm turning on the stereo first thing when I get home

Time's movin on, I haven't slept for days
It's eating me up inside, inside I've slipped away
I know it's getting closer, I feel 'em almost there
Still one more time can't hurt me, but I won't shed a tear

Grab the keys, start the car
Take me home, to where my records are
Hit the gas, take the open road
I'm turning on the stereo first thing when I get home

The time has come, been waitin for so long
It's written on my face, my face is turned to stone
Not askin for your sympathy, I just want out of here
So scratch the day off the month, and say the coast is clear

Grab the keys, start the car
Take me home, to where my records are
Hit the gas, take the open road
I'm turning on the stereo first thing when I get home

Grab the keys, start the car
Take me home, to where my records are
Hit the gas, take the open road
I've had enough, now take me home


Mirror lyrics:

I've had enough, now take me home
Hit the gas, take the open road
Take me home, to where my records are
Grab the keys, start the car

I'm turning on the stereo first thing when I get home
Hit the gas, take the open road
Take me home, to where my records are
Grab the keys, start the car

So scratch the day off the month, and say the coast is clear
Not askin for your sympathy, I just want out of here
It's written on my face, my face is turned to stone
The time has come, been waitin for so long

I'm turning on the stereo first thing when I get home
Hit the gas, take the open road
Take me home, to where my records are
Grab the keys, start the car

Still one more time can't hurt me, but I won't shed a tear
I know it's getting closer, I feel 'em almost there
It's eating me up inside, inside I've slipped away
Time's movin on, I haven't slept for days

I'm turning on the stereo first thing when I get home
Hit the gas, take the open road
Take me home, to where my records are
Grab the keys, start the car

So let's do it one more time before we go to hell
I sense a reassurance, it's happening again
Hotel to Motel, Motel means all alone
It's gettin old, I've done this all before


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