Nancy Sinatra - In My Room - Sözleri

In my room

way at the end of the hall

I sit and I stare at the wall

each day is just like the last

for I live in the past



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 he made me his bride

Over there Is the chair were

he held me whenever I cried

Over there by the window

the flowers he left...



...I'm all right



In my room 

Way at the end of the hall

I sit and I stare at the wall

hating how lonely I've grown

all alone

in my room...








		
			



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