Sitting at the window staring down
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Listen to the people shuffle around
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Hear the children laughing
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Feel the morning breeze
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Sunlight warms his skin
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The autumn air is taken in
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A nearby bird sings its song for him
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A room with a view
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You're looking at him
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He's looking through you
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A room with a view
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Who's fooling who
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There's got to be something that he knew
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So there he sits and some may wonder
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About the sly grin on his face
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Yet little do they know
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(they don't have a clue)
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The boundaries of his wisdom
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In the solitude of his kingdom
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A Room With a View
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Death Angel |