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ROOM WITH A VIEW
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First thing he does
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when he climbs out of bed
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He searches out a place to
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drink his daily bread
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He wraps himself up tight
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in alcohol
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It keeps him warm at night
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like grandma's shawl
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When he was a child
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with everything planned
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and his body was clean
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Now he sits all alone in
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a room with a view
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with the brick wall he's run into
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Life has a way of leaving
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people like him stained
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First thing she does
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when she goes out at night
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She sells a smile to get
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what fills her up inside
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She brings plenty home
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and slowy gets stoned
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in a room by herself
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Alone in a room with a view
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of the brick wall
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she's run into
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Life has a way of leaving
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people like us stained
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ROOM WITH A VIEW
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