Oh, Sheraton Commander
Oh, how I long to be there
Slow waltzing over the bridge
Lost in this beautiful hymn
No, I’m not one of the kids
Where you are
George Washington, he took command
At the foot of this tree
I took my pill, I’ve caught a chill
I remember these streets
But it all doesn’t mean
What it used to, to me
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