Nancy Sinatra: In My Room lyrics
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 where
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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Thanks to (Jessica Adamson) for correcting these lyrics. Mar 22, 2008
