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Room



 

[Verse I]

Inside

With only two windows

Limited to what I could see

 

Outside

Where people used to roam

Where I before could

 

Touch the sky

 

[Pre Chorus]

Watching the clouds

Paint a daydream

Even with its tears

And temper tantrums

 

Roaring so loud

For a smokey cream

That cries out

Its pain like a beating drum-

 

[Chorus]

I wished to play

In the backyard today

But a flame is

Setting fire

 

To the terrain

It’s getting to people’s fame

What a shame to

Our scorching world…

 

Too bad I’m just in my

Room

 

[Verse II]

The sun shines

While I’m by myself

Quarantined, and have to stay

 

Clean

Polish my remaining wealth

Cleanse my body until

 

The burns are gone

 

[Bridge]

Wash away the flares

Is there enough water

To drown out the lack of care

 

Cover up, but don’t be scared

Just don’t breathe

The air

 

[Chorus]

I wished to play

In the backyard today

But a flame is

Setting fire

 

To the terrain

It’s getting to people’s fame

What a shame to

Our scorching world…

 

Too bad I’m just in my

Room

 

Too bad I’m just in my Room.

 
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