The Guest Room
t's freezing in the bedroom.
Two dead bodies in the living-room, with the TV on.
Where'd the feeling go, where'd the feeling go?
I'd rather listen to the sound of breaking glass then to hear you talk.
We used to talk all the time but i never said enough.
And now it's freezing in the bedroom.
So now i'm sleeping in the guest room.
I've got my books but I haven't got a clue what to do.
Where'd my lover go, where'd my lover go?
I could swear you're not the person that i used to know.
She's got me sleeping in the guest room.
Now I'm strapped to a bed in a white room.
There's a guy who want's to know if there's something i'd like to say to you.
So honey you know me, honey you know me,
when i get like that, who knows what will be?
So could you plead for me by the 15th?
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