| Steve Lawrence
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| Miscellaneous
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| A Room Without Windows
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| A room without windows, a room without doors
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| A room where no guy but I can spy the charms that are yours
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| Like being marooned on an island far from civilized shores
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| You and me in a room without windows, a room without doors
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| No bells will be ringing, no telephone calls
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| In our well secluded cell of ceiling and walls
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| Where dozens of males sit and chew their nails and hate me because
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| I am yours in a room without windows, a room without doors
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| If they said, «Friend how would you like to spend the long here-after»
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| I’d tell them what we’re after, is a one-way ticket to
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| A room without keyholes, a room with no view
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| We’d like to reside there, hide there for an era or two
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| Completely wrapped up in each other while the whole world ignore
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| You and me in a room without windows, a room without doors
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| If they said, «Friend how would you like to spend the long here-after»
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| I’d tell them what we’re after, is a one-way ticket to
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| A room without keyholes, a room with no view
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| We’d like to reside there, hide there for an era or two
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| Completely wrapped up in each other while the whole world ignore
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| You and me in a room without windows, a room without doors |