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In my room there’s solitude; 
a space to contemplate. 
Turn on my music and drown out 
the world’s greed, misery and hate. 
In here, I might just think, 
that everything’s okay. 
And if had my selfish choice: 
In my room I’d always stay. 
Oh! I’d bring in every hawker 
so hungry and so cold. 
I’d feed them and I’d clothe them, 
and in my arms just hold. 
Alas! My room’s not big enough! 
And the world, it needs to change. 
Leave my room and make a difference, 
‘cause in here I MUST not stay.