Paroles de Holte End Hotel
Holte End HotelWhere I live all year around
In my dream
Where I live by the ground
I'll meet you where the lane from Witton stalls
They hurry when the voice of football calls
Holte End Hotel
Falling down, down, down, down
Ballroom days
Lochead plays, balding crown
Holte End Hotel
Falling down, down, down, down
Ballroom days
Lochead plays, balding crown
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