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I found myself lying on the balcony,Stripling terror, naked to the bone;The secret asteroid jungle nearly done for me,I saw it all just a moment ago.I know I'd better watch out for the Central Hotel.I'm not going back.Repetition, superstition, singularity,Though every cell in the body has changed;The walls move in well-accustomed hilarity,The circuit changes but the joke stays the same.I know I'd better watch out for the Central Hotel.I think I'd better get out, I'm not feeling so well.And I won't be going back,...not if I can help it.I can't help it, I can't help it,If I still am what I was;I can't help it, I can't help it,Can't stop the therefore because -I can't help it.The grace of God shows,SongtexteI'll be going on,I'll be coming back!I know nothing of the miles of the marathon,I hear nothing of the footfall behind,I search for rhythm and I find that I haven't one...Slow motion in the runner's mind.I know I'd better watch out for the Central Hotel.I think I'd better get out, I'm not feeling so well.I know I'd better check out, but anyone here can tell -I'll be coming back,I'll be back...I'm the Central Hotel. Aus Songtexte Mania