"When You Fill The Room"

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Another cigarette
With some French cologne
Another velvet throne, in the belly
Of the staple fountain room
For a while
Longer than a while
Pick up your Sunday shoes in your
Underground cherry hill

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But to know
You're beautiful
Is always
Misunderstood
You're beautiful
When you fill, the room

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Undriven motorcars
With their civil suits
Unlicensed cover tops
Swelling
Into a great balloon
Far too long
Too long to digress
Hold on to the handlebars
As the game starts to take its toll

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But to know
You're beautiful
Is always
Misunderstood
You're beautiful
When you fill, the room
You're beautiful
When you fill, the room