My mind is my room
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It has black walls and a white ceiling.
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I will let everyone look through the window, lock the doors
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Lockable doors
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I fall asleep on the floor, there is no light and there was not,
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But I'm free only here, and neither people nor furniture
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And the dial froze: I'm on the balcony, there is a snowfall of emotions
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Why did I reach into my pockets for memories?
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Why did you get the same
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Where am I still looking for a flower with my hands through the strands of another whore?
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I'm so naive, stupidity in my kennel is my favorite corner
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I will spend myself utterly, I have already spent
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I go back and see the writing on the wall
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That everything does not disappear
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I'm sorry I lost my keys
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I'm sorry, I'm alone in my room now
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And "no love, no longing, no pity"
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And you can't erase it with a rag, no
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And the paint will not take - it will appear
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And will gnaw again from the inside
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I'm already tired of what will remain of me except for warmth
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What did you give to the lilies in the pot?
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Behind the windowsill a pile of devastated bodies and frost
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He, like my blackness, will disappear under the sun
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And I will become dust
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And I will become dust
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I was not strict with myself, I allowed a lot
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I let everyone in here and how am I glad now
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What is my room again
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As it should have been back then
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Locked up, stuffed with sticks and nails, and I
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I will spend myself utterly, I have already spent
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I go back and see the writing on the wall
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That everything does not disappear
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I'm sorry I lost my keys
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I'm sorry, I'm alone in my room now
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And "no love, no longing, no pity"
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And you can't erase it with a rag, no
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And the paint will not take - it will appear
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And will gnaw again from the inside
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I'm already tired of what will remain of me except for warmth
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What did you give to the lilies in the pot? |