| The California air
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| Your nightgown on the stairs
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| I remember every night
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| Scenes from home in the Quiet Room
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| How long have I been gone
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| Did winter kill the lawn
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| And all those polaroids you sent
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| Are on the wall in the Quiet Room
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| They’ve got this place
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| Where they’ve been keeping me
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| Where I can’t hurt myself
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| I can’t get my wrists to bleed
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| Just don’t know why
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| Suicide appeals to me
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| The Quiet Room
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| Is sterilized and white
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| It’s like a tomb
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| With just a moth stained naked night
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| Plastic forks and spoon
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| No laces in my shoes
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| They all know what I tried to do
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| Outside the Quiet Room
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| This quiet place
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| It ain’t so new to me
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| It’s haunted atmosphere
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| Has heard so many scream
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| My home from home
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| My twilight zone
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| My strangest dream
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| My confidant
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| I have confessed my life
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| The Quiet Room
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| Knows more about me than my wife
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| They’ve got this place
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| Where they’ve been keeping me
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| Where I can’t hurt myself
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| I just can’t I just can’t get these damn wrists to bleed
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| A mattress on the floor
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| No handles on the door
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| I really need nothing here
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| I’m alone |