Sitting in this room, dark and gloom
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Four walls look to me to be Hell
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Sitting in this room sucks so bad
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And I might as well be off in jail
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Everybody outside these walls to me seem so plastic
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They seem so phony and so unreal
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They tell you do this, don't do that
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Do this, don't do that
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Do this, don't do that
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Do this, don't do that
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Do this, don't do that
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It makes me sick
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In this room, dark and gloom
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Four walls of Hell, I'd rather be inside a tomb
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Oh, in this room with my needle and my spoon, all by myself
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I'm making love to myself inside this room
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Sitting in this room I want to die
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I want to die, I want to die
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Death is in this room
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And you know death is often these days on my mind
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I'm sick, I'm sick
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I'm sick, I'm sick
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I'm sick, I'm sick
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I'm sick, I'm sick
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I'm sick and all things must pass away some day
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But in this room, all dark and gloom
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Four walls of Hell, I'd rather be inside my tomb
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Oh, in this room, with my needle and my spoon, by myself
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I'm making love to myself inside this room
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Oh, in this room, with my needle and my spoon
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And a bottle in my arm, pills in my mouth in this room
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Oh, in this room, four walls of Hell inside this room
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I'm making love to myself inside this room
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Sitting in this room, I want to die
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I want to die, I want to die
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In This Room
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| G.G. Allin |
