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I remember you well in the Chelsea Hotel 

You were talking so brave and so sweet 

Givin' me head on the unmade bed 

While the limousines wait in the street 

Those were the reasons, that was New York 

We were runnin' for the money and the flesh 

And that was called love for the workers in song 

Probably still is for those of them left 

Yeah, but you got away, didn't you babe? 

You just turned your back on the crowd 

When you got away, I never once heard you say 

I need you 

I don't need you 

I need you 

I don't need you 

And all of that jivin' around 

I remember you well in the Chelsea Hotel 

You were famous, your heart was a legend 

You told me again, you preferred handsome men 

But for me you would make an exception 

And clenching your fist for the ones like us 

Who are oppressed by the figures of beauty 

You fixed yourself, you said "Well nevermind 

We are ugly but we have the music" 

And then you got away didn't you babe? 

You just turned your back on the crowd 

When you got away I never once heard you say 

I need you 

I don't need you 

I need you 

I don't need you 

And all of that jivin' around 

I don't mean to suggest 

That I loved you the best 

I can't keep track of each fallen robin 

I remember you well in the Chelsea Hotel 

That's all, I don't think of you that often

Chelsea Hotel #2. Léonard Cohen