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Every room has a view
Of a different side of the ocean
But nobodies got a clue
In which direction to go in

She sits down on the rocks
Her hair blows in the wind
When our eyes meet she stops
And she says, "You can't save me now."

Every room has a view
Of a different side of my soul
But I don't have a clue
If together they make a whole

Every room has a view
Of a different side of the city
But nobody has a clue
If they think that blackened smoke
And white grass is pretty

I sit down on the rocks
And my hair blows in the wind
For a moment time stops
And I begin to have a view of my own
Every room has a view    Of a different side of the ocean   But nobodies got a clue    In which direction to go in      She sits down on the rocks   Her hair blows in the wind   When our eyes meet she stops   And she says, "You can't save me now."      Every room has a view    Of a different side of my soul   But I don't have a clue   If together they make a whole      Every room has a view   Of a different side of the city   But nobody has a clue   If they think that blackened smoke   And white grass is pretty      I sit down on the rocks   And my hair blows in the wind   For a moment time stops   And I begin to have a view of my own
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