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The Smoking Room is a British television sitcom written by Brian Dooley, who won a BAFTA for the series in 2005. The first series, consisting of eight episodes, was originally transmitted on BBC Three between 29 June and 17 August 2004. The Christmas Special was first transmitted on 20 December 2004. A second series of eight episodes began airing on 26 July 2005. The first series, including the Christmas Special, was released on DVD by the BBC on 6 February 2006 and on CD in a four-disc set on 4 April 2005 (without the Christmas Special). The second series was released on 16 October 2006; a boxed set containing both series was released on the same date. A third series was not commissioned; in an interview for the BBC News website on 30 November 2006, Robert W… more »

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Every thought that you've had comes straight from your poisoned head
And every choice that you've ever made is lead by your selfish ways
You promised that would you stay, until it went away
But now you've been and gone
And its still going strong

But you could not take the words in your head and could not have them understood
By anyone you could tell, no matter the words you chose
So you hold your dreams close to your chest and your failures you suffer alone
'Cause you will find no more pity here, just memories from when you weren't alone

When love becomes a hostage situation
You were right to turn and run
I just wish you could've told me first But I know if you did, I wouldn't be here singing these words

Are you ready to take what you have learnt and you put it right back
Back into the dirt
And you won't ever, you never get it right
You just repeat the same phrases several times
And did you ever, ever have a choice
And what good are feelings when they don't have a voice?
And are you ready to hate who you've become
Another missed boat sails off into the sun

Bits of paper strewn around the place just to appear more creative
And moving pictures on TV, they feel like little home invasions
And when my anxiety has peaked, there will be nothing left of me
An empty shell where thoughts can't breed
Behave the same, just rinse, repeat

But I miss you and I'm sorry for all I did
I miss you, we were stupid fucking kids
I miss you, I won't ever get it right
I miss you, I fucking miss you all the time

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