Texas Hotel

Brad Lyons

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Please, don't beat your head against the wall
Don't you know I feel it too
These miles between, don't mean a thing

There's a light from the TV
Shadows, shaped like you
They're dancing on the wall, so soft and quiet
A lonely waltz

So sleep, don't weep
I've heard you say three small words
They're ringing in my ears, and always will
On and on...