It looks to me like there could be
A new girl at the front desk
I bet that she's got a heart of gold
Just like all the rest
'Cause no matter where I've been
They never fail to take me in
Where a fallen star is still a star
Down at the Empty Arms
Follow me and you will see
How low a man can get
But through these doors I'm telling ya'll
Even I still feel respect
It's the closest thing to home
For a man who'd rather roam
Sleep through the alarm
Down at the Empty Arms
When I fly to my home on high
Please store my ashes in a jar
In room 219 by the ice machine
Down at the Empty Arms
A fallen star is the only star
Down at the Empty Arms
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