In My Room 
 
Dm 
In my room, way at the end of the hall 
                       C 
I sit and stare at the wall 
			    Bb          A          Dm
Thinking how lonesome I've grown, all alone in my room 

Dm 
In my room, where very night is the same 
                   C
I play a dangerous game 
			 Bb        A          Dm   A
I keep pretending she's late so I sit, and I wait 

Dm 
Over there is the picture we took when I made her my bride 
Over there is the chair where I held whenever she cried 
						   A        D
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 

Ending: Gm  Eb  Gm  F  Eb  D  







by: José Duarte
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