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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 very night is the same

 I play a dangerous game

 I keep pretending she's late so I sit, and I wait

Over there is the picture we took when I made her my bride

Over there is the chair where I held whenever she cried

 Over there by the window, the flowers she left - have all died

In my room, way at the end of the hall

I sit and stare at the wall

Thinking how lonely I've grown, all alone in my room