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I sit in a room, its walls painted white,
FIN
Waiting, waiting for the first glimpse of night.
I get crazy waiting for the bright lights to dim
I get crazy, it's too quiet, I can hear a dropping pin
I start talking to myself, pacing back and forth
I roam around the room, deciding which way is North
I bang my head against the side, its padded white walls
It doesn't hurt at all
I fall to the floor wondering why
I'm in here and cannot see the sky
I sit in a room, its walls painted white,
Waiting, waiting for the first glimpse of night.