Marc and the Mambas - In My Room | Текст песни

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• In My Room

In my room
Way at the end of the hall
I sit and stare at the wall
Thinking how lonesome I've grown
All alone
In my room

In my room
Where every night is the same
I play a dangerous game
I keep pretending he's late
And I sit
And I wait

Over there is the picture we took when I made him my bride
Over there is the chair where I held him whenever he cried
Over there by the window the flowers he left
Have all died

In my room
Way at the end of the hall
I sit and stare at the wall
Thinking how lonesome I've grown
All alone
In my room

All alone
In my room
All alone
In my room
All alone
All alone
In my room