| Locked in a room with a sink and a broom
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| And the walls are all white
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| But you think it’s alright
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| 'Cause a wonderful picture of a bridge
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| Which is covered with frost
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| And a man comes across
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| Locked in a room that is nothing but walls
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| And you search for a chair
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| But there’s nothing at all
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| And the one thing you find when you look at the floor
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| Is a key, but there isn’t a door
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| Now that you’re locked in a room
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| There is room to assume
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| You are there for a cause
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| You’re not sure what it was
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| When you’re locked in a room
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| Locked within a room of memory
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| Locked within a room you stand
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| Locked up away with no light of day
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| Locked in a room you begin
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| To find your way out
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| You find your way in
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| Locked in a room with your memory far
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| You don’t know where it is
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| But you know where you are
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| In the dark of a room with a wall out of which
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| Comes a lamp, but there isn’t a switch
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| Locked in a room it is small it is not
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| It is empty and cold so you fill it with thoughts
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| Of a wonderful nature, and various sizes you doubt
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| You could think your way out
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| Now that the room 'cause you’re locked
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| And the moon is not lock and nobody’s speaking
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| The silence is ticking
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| When you’re locked in a room
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| Locked within a room of memory
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| Locked within a room you stand
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| Locked up away with no light of day
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| Locked in the room you begin
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| To find your way out
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| You find your way in
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| To find your way out
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| You find your way in
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| Locked in a room with a sink and a broom
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| And the walls are all white
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| But you think it’s alright
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| 'Cause a wonderful picture of a bridge
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| Which is covered with frost
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| And a man comes across
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| And a man comes across
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| Comes across |