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Girlfriend Lyrics - Singles - July For Kings

Room 421, an airport hotel 

I know I should be sleeping 

But it's too soon to tell 

 

If I'll fly out tomorrow 

If I'll see her tomorrow 

I hope that I will 

 

No place like alone 

And no sound like my own voice 

Fading into 

 

The quiet December night 

But I'm doing all right 

I'll make a phone call or two 

 

Could I get some room service please? 

Send the maid in to see if I'm still alive 

At a quarter 'til five 

 

If I'm still right here 

Debating a year 

Serenading the mirror 

 

Do you think you could bring me my girlfriend 

And a bottle of wine? 

Bring me a future just make sure it's mine 

 

Will you open the window but leave out the cold? 

Could you make a phone call to Jesus 

To clean up my soul? 

 

Miles from my own bed, further from content 

I guess I should get used to this 

Still rain on the runway but I'm doing okay 

I've got cigarettes to kiss 

 

Could I get some room service please? 

I'm down on my knees, I'm only here for tonight 

'Cause they fucked up my flight 

 

Serenading the wall 

And I thought I would call you 

To ask for it all, for it all, for it all 

 

Remember to bring me my girlfriend 

And a bottle of wine 

Bring me a future just make sure it's mine 

 

Will you open the window 

But leave out the cold? 

Could you make a phone call to Jesus 

To clean up my soul? 

 

Dial seven for a savior, soul keeping please 

Could you put me through to Jesus 

I'll pay your long distance fees 

 

He said, "Hello and God bless you 

There's a bible in the drawer" 

"Thats wonderful Sir, but I don't read it anymore 

I don't read it any more" 

 

Just, just bring me my girlfriend 

And a bottle of wine 

Bring me a future, just make sure it's mine 

 

Will you open the window 

But leave out the cold? 

Could you make a phone call to Jesus 

To clean up my soul? 

 

Bring me my girlfriend 

And a bottle of wine 

Bring me a future 

Just make sure it's mine 

 

Will you open the window 

But leave out the cold? 

Could you make a phone call to Jesus 

To clean up my soul? 

Soul 

 

Could you bring me a smile? 

Bring me a smile 

Could you put me through to Jesus? 

 

Room 421 

Of a Cleveland hotel 

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