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Holte End Hotel
Where I live
All year round
In my dream
Where I live
By the ground.
I'll meet you where the lane from Whitton stalls
They hurry when the voice of football calls.
Holte End Hotel
Falling down
Down down down
Ballroom days
Lochead plays
Balding crown.
I'll meet you where the lane from Whitton stalls
They hurry when the voice of football calls.