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When I woke up this morning I was all alone 
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Stretched out in bed two hundred miles from home in some old motel 
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I don't know what's to become of me 
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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 
 
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There's just no use 
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Why try to make an excuse 
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I've lost great news 
Because to be his wife 
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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 
 
 
 
By: José Duarte 
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