Hotel On The Cliff Edge
(With sincere apologies to The Eagles 1976)

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With a dark referendum, many said was unfair.
Warm smell of deception, rising up through the air.
Up ahead in the distance, I saw the self righteous right.
My head grew heavy and my sight grew dim,
I had a Brexit to fight.

There we stand in the doorway,
We have a big missing bell,
And I was thinking to myself,
“This sure ain’t heaven, it’s not going well”.
Then we joined up together, and we know we can say,
With our voices from the Brexit door
We must be heard to say…

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Welcome to the Hotel on the cliff edge.
Such a lonely place, (Such a lonely place),
Such a double face.
Loads of doom at the Hotel on the cliff edge
You got it all to fear, (You got it all to fear)
You can’t leave right here.

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Last thing I remember, I was
Running for the door.
I had to find the passage back
To the place I was before.
Far from the cliff edge,
Europe much relieved,
We should hang-out all the time we like,
And we should never leave.

©Keith Murphy