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In My Room
DmIn my room, way at the end of the hall I sit and stare at the Cwall Thinking hBbow lonesome AI've grown,Dm all alone in my room
DmIn my room, where very night is the same I play a dangerous Cgame I keep BbpretendingA she's lateDm so IA sit, and I wait
DmOver 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 tAhe windowD, 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 Ending: Gm D# Gm F D# D by: José Duarte jtduarte1@gmail.com