In a winter's room There's a cold smell of dust In a centered room There's a hot smell of must Though I do know who you're doing it to I can't argue, make it seem untrue
There's sweat upon his head There was something in that bed As he slowly walks away He's leaving it - forget
And there's a small cry for help There's a small cry for help There's a small cry for help There's a small cry for help There's a small cry for help There's a small cry for help There's a small cry for help
In a silent room There's a heart full of gloom In a silent world There's hearts without room Though I do know what he's going thru I can't argue, make it all untrue
There's sweat upon his head There was something in that bed As we slowly walk away We're leaving it - forget
And there's a small cry for help There's a small cry for help There's a small cry for help There's a small cry for help There's a small cry for help There's a small cry for help There's a small cry for help
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