My room is a cage
The sun streams through the window,
the bellhops are at my door
like those little soldiers
who want to take me away.
I don't want to work,
I don't want to lunch
I only want to forget and so I smoke.
Long ago I knew the smell of love,
a million roses didn't smell as sweet.
Now a single flower in my way makes me sick.
Chorus
I am not proud if this life
that wants to kill me.
It's magnificent to be sympatico
but I have never known this.
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