Down by the Riverside motel
It's ten below and falling
By a ninety-nine cent store
She close her eyes and started swaying
But it's so hard to dance that way
When it's cold and there's no music
Oh your old hometown's so far away
But inside your head there's a record that's playing
Hold On
(Brennan/Waits)
Tom Waits
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