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Portugal. The Man
3:24I don't know what I came here for Some kind of crisis, I'm not sure I could be anyone here I could do anything Like I don't dance but I heard a beat Had to move my body, move my feet Oh, I lost myself I was someone else And, ooh, I was free All I could afford was this old motel As close to the city as I could get A tiny room with a single bed All I could afford was this old motel They gave me room without a view The perfect place to forget you To forget you To forget you To forget you I lock my door, I don't know this town Get back before the night comes down They could do anything here I don't trust anyone Except one night I went out instead And fell into a stranger's bed Oh, it's not like me Oh, it was therapy And, ooh, I was free All I could afford was this old motel As close to the city as I could get A tiny room with a single bed All I could afford was this old motel They gave me room without a view The perfect place to forget you Ooh-ooh-ooh Ooh-ooh-ooh All I could afford was this old motel As close to the city as I could get A tiny room with a single bed All I could afford was this old motel They gave me room without a view The perfect place to forget you To forget you To forget you To forget you To forget you