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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
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