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Empty Hotel Rooms


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Between empty hotel rooms and cold nights
There are always some things that can't give us profit
Then I close my eyes and I hope that someone take them away
Otherwise I'll keep saying "it's not my fault"

Take them away
Take them away from where I can see them
Take them away
'Cause I don't pay my taxes to see a world I don't live

I'm not here to worry about someone
That doesn't have my blood
I'm not here to worry about anything
But my precious profit

Take them away
Take them away from where I can see them
Take them away
'Cause I don't pay my taxes to see a world I don't live

Between empty hotel rooms and cold nights
There are always some things that can't give us profit
Then I close my eyes and I hope that someone take them away
'Cause I don't pay my taxes to see a world I don't live


Autor(es): Vitor Soares