The KLF - The White Room (original) | Текст песни

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Talk to me, talk to me

If you want to know the things I see
Then step inside my skin

The white room, the white room

I spin, I turn, I watch and wait
As the world just creeps on by

The white room, the white room

Talk to me, talk to me

Far below a small boat sails
Catching fish from the sea

The white room, the white room

I climbed the mountain to feel the wind
I climbed to touch the stars

The white room, the white room

The love we made was incomplete
The love was thrown away
You'll save that sense and make your plans
I know we're nothing of who I am

The white room, the white room

The white room, the white room
The white room, the white room
The white room, the white room

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