Down at the Chelsea Hotel, with poetry and paintings
The walls are still holding memories of people who fell,
Down through the years, fighting their fears.
Down at the Chelsea Hotel,
A sailor was dying to end all his feelings,
Everything had just turned to hell, his lover was gone,
But we have to carry on.
We will carry on, searching for truth with perpetual youth that will fade
And be gone in the blink of an eye
The world will be passing us by.
Down at the Chelsea Hotel,
Where Raymond is writing of poets and painters.
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