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Hotel room of doom
I can't find a clue
Confusion, broken hearted woe
Sheets and pillows soaked
My telephone seems broken
I'm calling crucified
Blacklisted no reply
BE MY EYES
Stole my sight
But not my heart
I miss my 2nd home
(Your) adopted son doth mourn
Sermon served in praise
In a sacred empty space
Pit no ones sorrows against your own
Seven days in vain
The last three spent enflamed (in prayer)
I stand crucified
As they're stricken blind
BE MY EYES
Stole my sight
But not my heart
Mising the lone state home
My blood runs cold
I Mourn
