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The walls are painted cream
The radiator's white
The curtains green
The chair is blue
It really is a sight
There's burn marks on the carpet
There's dust upon the bed
This really doesn't look like
The ones in the books I've read
The window doesn't lock
There is no table lamp
This room is a disgrace
It could do with a re-vamp
I put my pillows on the bed
I put my rug upon the floor
I put my TV on the table
Then my clothes go in the draws
I put my books upon the bookcase
So it looks just like my own
This now looks like a place
That I could call my home
