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Rooms are empty
When filled with junk
But only one person
on a two-person bunk
And rooms are quiet
Even when filled with sound
When there is no one to reply
No one to be found
And rooms are big
When cramped and small
And you're so far away
At the end of the hall
And beds are humongous
When your feet hang off
And no one is beside you
To snore, talk, and cough
And this room is quite cold
When the heat is too high
And we don't even talk
For you to feed me a lie.
So I'll curl up alone
Cramped, uncomfortable, and hot
And I'll cough to myself
On a two-person cot.
When filled with junk
But only one person
on a two-person bunk
And rooms are quiet
Even when filled with sound
When there is no one to reply
No one to be found
And rooms are big
When cramped and small
And you're so far away
At the end of the hall
And beds are humongous
When your feet hang off
And no one is beside you
To snore, talk, and cough
And this room is quite cold
When the heat is too high
And we don't even talk
For you to feed me a lie.
So I'll curl up alone
Cramped, uncomfortable, and hot
And I'll cough to myself
On a two-person cot.