Burton Hollow

This hotel is old

I would say a hundred years old

Locks are rusted as are the doors

Nightime is heavy in room 4

Feel his presence everywhere

Waiting for him to come aboard

Mean old man looks right at me

BURTON HOLLOW is my name!

"What are you doing here i must say!?

Trying to find you of course

I'm staring at him with a blank face

As of now i have such remorse

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