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"This song was written on a Christmas day in 1977. I was a street musician in Vancouver, Canada. A group of us, all homeless street performers, had pooled our meager tips and taken a room in a derilect hotel. The manager of the hotel prepared a dinner for all the residents, and everyone came out into the hallways to eat and hang together. I wrote this song jamming in that hallway."

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Wretched Hotel ©2000 kimrea The wretched hotel room ball Don't read the writing on the wall. We got winos and rejects Hobo's and derilects Pimps and thier whores Junkies and bores. Birds of a feather all here together At the wretched hotel room ball Having a party come one and all. Now moma, don't you cry I know, I was the apple of your eye when I went astray You turned me away But I'm doing swell In this wretched hotel. The wretched hotel room ball Having a party, come one and all Here is a life that most never see Who knows the tie of the lost and the lonely Out on the street Home of the deadbeat Most call it a dive But it keeps me alive. The wretched hotel room ball Having a party, come one and all People walk by, look but don't see me It's something else that they see They shun me Like a disease So here I dwell In this wretched hotel.

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