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The Quiet Room
(From The Inside)

The California air
Your nightgown on the stair
I remember every night
Scenes from home in the quiet room

How long have I been gone
Did winter kill the lawn
And all those Polorids you sent
Are on the wall in quiet room

They've got this place
Where they've been keepin' me
Where I can't hurt myself
I can't get my wrist to bleed
Just don't know why
Suicide appeals to me
The quiet room
Is sterilized and white
It's like a tomb
With just a moth staned naked light

Plastic forks and spoons
No laces in my shoes
They all know what I tried to do
Outside the quiet room

This quiet place
It ain't so new to me
Its haunted atmosphere
Has heard so many scream
My home from home
My twilight zone
My strangest dream
My confidente
I have confessed my life
The quiet room
Knows more about me than my whife

The've got this place
Where they've been keepin' me
Where I can't hurt myself
I just can't, I just can't
Get these damn wrists to bleed

A mattress on the floor
No handels on the door
I really need nothing more
I'm alone


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