| These rooms play tricks upon you
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| Remember when they were always filled with laughter?
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| But now they’re quite deserted
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| They seem to just echo voices raised in anger
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| Maybe you will see my face
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| Reflected there on the pane
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| In the window of our poor
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| Forlorn and broken home
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| Still this house is empty now
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| There’s nothing I can do
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| To make you want to stay
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| So tell me how am I supposed to liv without you?
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| These walls wer lined with pictures
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| Remember the glass we charged in celebration?
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| But now I fill my life up
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| With all that I can to deaden this sensation
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| Do you recognize the face
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| Fixed in that fine silver frame
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| Were you really so unhappy then?
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| You never said
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| So this house is empty now
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| There’s nothing I can do
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| To make you want to stay
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| So tell me how am I supposed to live without you?
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| Oh, if I could just become forgetful
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| When night seems endless
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| Does the extinguished candle care
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| About the darkness?
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| It’s funny how the memory
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| Will bring you so close then make you disappear
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| Meanwhile all our friends must choose
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| Who they will favor, who they will lose
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| Hang the garland high or close the door
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| And throw away the key
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| This house is empty now
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| There’s no one living here
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| You have to care about
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| This house is empty now
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| There’s nothing I can do
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| To make you want to stay
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| So tell me how am I supposed to live without you?
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| This house is empty now
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| There’s no one living here
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| You have to care about
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| This house is empty now
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| There’s nothing I can do
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| To make you want to stay
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| So tell me how am I supposed to live without you? |