Faking Dylan #5

Spending the night in a fancy hotel
Tryin’ to undo what I didn’t do well
The boys in the shops all have trinkets to sell
The girls at the counter have stories to tell

I’m trying to lose an impossible grief
A doctor, a lawyer, and Indian chief
I open the window and still no relief
No fish and no chicken, no mutton or beef

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