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    Well I wrestle with my toothbrush each morning at noon
    I stumble into the bathroom and have my shampoo
    I'm livin' in a suitcase; lookin' for a call
    leerin' at the telephone and laughin' to the wall
    Now I got me a sweet thing she keeps me insane
    she lays on my chest in the morning if it rains
    I'm livin' in a suitcase; lookin' for a call
    leerin' at the telephone and laughin' to the wall

    I'm a road dog at the Motel Holiday
    I often wonder what I wanna say
    give me stage lights on a hot night
    and the bottom line is a real good time

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    While the waitress is waiting for the waiter to wink
    she checks on her checks and she drinks on her drink
    I'm livin' in a suitcase; lookin' for a call
    leerin' at the telephone and laughin' to the wall
    Now the nights go quickly when you're asleep
    but I'm out shufflin' for someplace to eat
    like a breakfast at the Egg House, a waffle on the griddle
    I'm burnt around the edges but I'm tender in the middle

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    Composición: Adrian Belew

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