| In my room
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| Way at the end of the hall
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| I sit and stare at the wall
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| Thinking how lonesome I’ve grown
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| All alone
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| In my room
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| In my room
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| Where every night is the same
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| I play a dangerous game
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| I keep pretending she’s late
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| And I sit
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| And I wait
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| Over there is the picture we took when I made her my bride
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| Over there is the chair where I held her whenever she cried
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| Over there by the window the flowers she left
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| Have all died
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| In my room
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| Way at the end of the hall
|
| I sit and stare at the wall
|
| Thinking how lonesome I’ve grown
|
| All alone
|
| In my room
|
| All alone
|
| In my room
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| All alone
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| In my room
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| All alone
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| All alone
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| In my room |