| Rooms that we have lived in,
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| The things that they have seen;
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| Rooms that you shared with me,
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| And the rooms in between…
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| When you抮e gone, there抯 a drought of love.
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| Mornings we would wake up
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| Just to taste our love again,
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| Afraid of some break-up
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| Before the day could end.
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| When you抮e gone, there抯 a drought of love;
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| Empty rooms without your love.
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| Why can抰 we seem to get it on?
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| (Why can抰 we seem to get it on)
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| Words remain unspoken (words…);
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| Thoughts cannot be heard
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| (Thoughts… cannot be heard).
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| Love抯 just a token
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| Without some spoken word.
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| When your gone, there抯 a drought of love.
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| When you抮e gone, there抯 a drought of love;
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| Empty rooms without your love.
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| Why can抰 we seem to get it on?
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| (Why can抰 we seem to get it on)
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| Rooms that you will live in
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| Not a part of me.
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| (They抣l never see…)
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| Rooms that you抣l make love in;
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| Rooms I抳e never seen.
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| When you抮e gone, there抯 a drought of love…
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| When you抮e gone, there抯 a drought of love… |