8 May 2005


there´s no country music playing in that bar anymore
there´s no kiss hanging on that old microphone since we left
but there´s a secret that kills all hearts that trip on it
and there´s a barman serving alcoholic chilled love into big cups,
there´s bottles of wined tears waiting on shelfs
and there will always be someone sitting on that same bench
and that same someone will be humming the same song
humming the same "one and only" pain
the only real pain that heartbreak hotel ever knew
because no love is love until it´s no longer love
and we´ll keep on pretending we never met

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