| My Room | ||||||||
| I was sick of spending so much time in my room, doing nothing, when I wrote this. As with almost all my songs there is no single meaning or reason for it, just many chunks of problems, ideas, or thoughts-~Jon | ||||||||
| Sitting in my room Cause I've just got nothing else to do Won't you come with me Take a chance and come stay with me. Got something to prove Or you've just got nothing else to lose Following your stars I don't think they'll take you very far. Won't you come back down Unless your hooked and can't put it down Why then can't you see I'm with you and you are with me. |
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