Check Out Time
 
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When I woke up this morning I was all alone
F#               C#  F#          C#         Bb7
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
jtduarte1@gmail.com