.The stories of the street are mine
The Spanish voices laugh
The Cadillacs go creeping now
Through the night and the poison gas
And I lean from my window sill
In this old hotel I chose
Yes, one hand on my suicide
One hand on the rose
I know you've heard it's over.
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