| I’ve often heard
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| Though it sounds absurd
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| There’s a certain kind of person
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| Who just to get a thrill
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| Walks through the desert just for something to do
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| Flies through the skies with no parachute
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| Some folks climb to the highest mountain
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| Other folks bathe in Italian fountains
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| Swim to the icy polar caps
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| Wearing nothing but shorts and a plastic cap
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| But I know a place where I can do all that
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| In my room I have a stack of books
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| Where worlds unfold if I just look
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| In my room I can go anywhere
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| Just close my door and I am there
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| I can fight a ninja on my bed
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| All I have to do is just knock him on the head
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| There’s nothing I can’t do
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| In my room
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| Some folks drag themselves to Timbuktu
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| Just to see a monkey wearing funny shoes
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| Some folks float all the way to China
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| For wonton soup in a Hong Kong diner
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| They take lessons to be fluent in mouse
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| Or go to Spain to learn to sew a blouse
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| Well I can do all that without leaving my house
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| In my room I have a stack of books
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| Where worlds unfold if I just look
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| In my room I can go anywhere
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| Just close my door and I am there
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| I can have Christmas in June
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| Or build a rocket and walk on the moon
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| I can do what I want to
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| In my room
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| In my room — my lamp becomes an Eiffel Tower
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| In my room — my dog wears a cape and has special powers
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| In my room — I spend hours and hours
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| Deep in the jungle playing with all the boys and girls
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| In my room I have a stack of books
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| Where worlds unfold if I just look
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| In my room I can go anywhere
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| Just close my door and I am there
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| I can sneak around like a crafty raccoon
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| Give me some pots and I’ll play you a tune
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| There’s nothing I can’t do
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| In my room
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| There’s nothing I can’t do
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| In my room |