The story
He keeps his seat under the buzzing sign, waiting.
He sits beneath the neon glow where the motel windows spill sleep and silence, turning a cheap room into a place that feels too empty to stay in. The parking lot stays half-lit, the door never opens, and the vacancy sign keeps buzzing over his stillness until the night starts to feel like it knows his name.
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Lyrics
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