I remember you well in the Chelsea Hotel You were talking so brave and so sweet Giving me head on the unmade bed While the Limousines wait in the street
thought you were the one But I was wrong 'cause you've already left And I hope that you miss me tonight Chelsea And I hope that you miss me tonight Chelsea
can come too if you want too Half past nine if you got an invitation Parties in Chelsea I've been to all the parties in Chelsea
, Chelsea Walk Old man, I must be on my way Don't you worry I'm just scared for those who pray In Chelsea Walk, oh, Chelsea Walk Oh, Chelsea Walk Chelsea
Strung out like some Christmas lights Out there in the Chelsea nights Strung out like some Christmas lights Out there in the Chelsea night Strung out like some Christmas lights Out there in the Chelsea
Well, we all got a job to do And we all hate God But we all got a job to do We're gonna do it together We're gonna do it together We are born of despair
of a kind? Were your records all you had to pass the time? Or maybe you were taken by the mysteries of New Orleans Or the uptight rowdy girls in Lower Chelsea
This is your last judgement Time to pay the final price
Useless waste of human flesh, Fucking everything you see. Body like an hourglass, But a soul just like a succubus. No, I will not fall victim to your
Why are we here? A question that no one will ever answer so think for your fucking self Don't believe something just because someone told you to and don
Who are you to decide what the meaning of perfection is and what makes you so high and mighty? You're just like a weed slowly getting bigger but killing
bold she was over the worst of it Gave me gear thank you dear bring your sister over here Let her dance with me just for the hell of it Chelsea Chelsea
a kind? Were your records all you had to pass the time? Or maybe you were taken by the mysteries of New Orleans? Or the uptight, rowdy girls of Lower Chelsea
( Joni Mitchell ) Woke up, it was a Chelsea morning, And the first thing that I heard, Was a song outside my window, And the traffic wrote the words,
Your dress is lined with blood, You look so much better in red. And with your throat open, Your body twitches and squirms, As you suffocate on your own
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I'm inside your head I am the reason you cannot sleep I am the voices in the back of your head I know the secrets that you've never said I'm always with