When I woke up this morning I was all alone
Stretched out in bed
Two hundred miles from home
In some old motel
I don't know what's to become of me
I know that check-out time is three
I didn't mean to hurt him
He has so much pride
I never dreamed
I had to run and hide to this lonely room
I just hope he doesn't follow me
I know that check-out time is three
There's just no use
Why try to make an excuse?
I must break loose
Because to be his one
Well, that would be just giving up on life
I've got to go on living
I just can't exist
I wanna taste all of the things I missed
For his tender love
Till the day love catches up with me
That's always check-out time at three
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