The White Hotel lyrics by Ian McCulloch. I want to be on that white-capped mountain peak Above the lake, above my station A moving carriage The perfect...
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I want to be on that white-capped mountain peak
Above the lake, above my station
A moving carriage
The perfect marriage
Of life apart from destination
Ringing all the bells
Down at the white hotel
Tonight
I want to write the letters of persecution
To someone I don't know who doesn't know me
I want to be the dust inside a vacuum
An ice cube frozen in the melting sea
Ringing all the bells
Down at the white hotel
Ringing all the bells
Down at the white hotel
Tonight
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