The red room in my old after school
Up the stairs and down the hall
Hidden in between walls it waits empty for our laughter to fill it
The red room in my old after school
That’s where my friends and I Would be
The red cushions and the vending machine
Brings back memories
It was like a sunny day
That never seemed to shine away
The red room in my old after school
I could be me, I could be happy
I was jolly as anyone could be
Harvest Collegiate High School, New York, New York
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