A cheap motel and their squeaky bed.
My suicide note will not be read.
With peace and quiet I could've bled
but here I lie awake instead.

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With lifeless composure I'm declaring this face.
My color has drained without a trace.
A crooked smile is the epitaph they'll see
when those pesky creditors try to get me!

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These secrets once made a good woman grieve.
Its mysteries are choking those who breathe
and until daylight offers a momentary reprieve
this haunted house is asking you to leave!

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My spirit still rages like never before
and though I'm unable to do any more
I reside with the memories of someone I adore
in the soul annex on the upstairs floor!

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In a brave attempt to mask his pall
Jack Ruby showed his trademark gall
by refusing Oswald the right to last call
in this nightly ritual of the phantom pub crawl!

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