copyright mofomuzak 2008.
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In a room full of walls that just won’t talk to me,
I tell my all secrets and my lies.
And when I hang up your photograph,
I just can’t escape your cold, blue eyes.
CHORUS:
One more night alone will be the death of me,
One more pill and one more bottle of wine.
This ol’ house just ain’t a home without you…Oh, no, no.
Come back home to me sweet gal ‘o’ mine.
In a house full of rooms that just won’t shelter me
I spend all the cold winter nights alone.
In a room with a view from ev’ry window
I cry all night ‘til the mornin’ comes.
(CHORUS)
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