Sitting in this room
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Dark and gloom
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Four walls look to me
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To be held
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Sitting in this room
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Sucks so bad
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I might as well
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Be off in jail
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Everybody outside these walls to me
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Seem so plastic
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They seem so phoney
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It's so unreal
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They tell you
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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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Do this, don't do that
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It makes me sick
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In this room
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Dark and gloom
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Four walls of Hell
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I'd rather be inside a tomb
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Oh, in this room
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With my needle and my spoon all by myself
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I'm makin' love to myself
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Inside this room
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Sitting in this room
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I want to die
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I want to die
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I want to die
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Death is in this room
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And you know death
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Is often these days
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On my mind
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I'm sick, I'm sick, I'm sick, I'm sick, I'm sick
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I'm sick, I'm sick, I'm sick, I'm sick
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And all things must pass away
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Someday
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But in this room
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All dark and gloom
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Four walls of Hell
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I'd rather be inside my tomb
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Oh, in this room
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With my needle and my spoon by myself
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I'm makin' love to myself
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Inside this room
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Oh, in this room
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With my needle and my spoon
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And a bottle in my arms, pills in my mouth
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In this room
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Oh, in this room
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Four walls of Hell inside this room
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I'm makin' love to myself
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Inside this room
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Sitting in this room
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I want to die
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I want to die
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I want to die
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Sitting In This Room
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| G.G. Allin |
