| I have waited in my room, in the silence of a tune
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| And arranged it as it was the day she came
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| Lit the candle, made a bed, … the pillow for a head
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| And imagined every thing was just the same
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| But looking out from my window at the rain
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| I can see that she won’t come back again
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| So I will wait 'til I know what to do
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| And I will go out and find someone new
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| I have waited all night long, I have played her favourite songs
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| I have listen for her footsteps, just the same
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| And I knew that I was blind, for in the darkness of my mind
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| It was no surprise to … she never came
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| Now she’s left me on my own, I must learn to live alone
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| And pull together what she’s left me of my pride
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| I can see this is the end, it’s no good to pretend
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| I must go for someone else to take my side
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| But looking out from my window at the rain
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| I can see that she won’t come back again
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| So I will wait 'til I know what to do
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| And I will go out and find someone new |