This is the longest room
I have ever seen
There has got to be
Some way out
No windows, no doors
No secret passageways
No hidden treasures to explore
But the colours on the walls are bright and free
And the air is fresh and wild and clean
So if I have to stay
Why would I ask for anything more
This is the best facade
I have ever seen
But I think I found
A way out
No windows, no doors
No secret passageways
Just a surprise under the floor
Down there the paint has peeled, the wood is cracked
The air is stale and thick and black
But I don't want to die
So I'll climb very high
And put the gun back
False morals aren't worth anything to anyone
But life is
Life is
Nothing is ever as it seems, but that doesn't mean it's worthless,
Worthless
False morals aren't worth anything to anyone
But life is
Life is
Nothing is ever as it seems, but that doesn't mean it's worthless,
Worthless
This is the longest room
I have ever seen
Please don't let there be
Any way out
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Violet P. Davies
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