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  D#  Gm  F  D#  D   







by: José Duarte 
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