(John Phillips)
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Rooms that we have lived in,
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The things that they have seen;
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Rooms that you shared with me,
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And the rooms in between...
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When you're gone, there's a drought of love.
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Mornings we would wake up
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Just to taste our love again,
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Afraid of some break-up
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Before the day could end.
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When you're gone, there's a drought of love;
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Empty rooms without your love.
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Why can't we seem to get it on?
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(Why can't we seem to get it on)
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Words remain unspoken (words...);
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Thoughts cannot be heard
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(Thoughts...cannot be heard).
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Love's just a token
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Without some spoken word.
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When your gone, there's a drought of love.
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When you're gone, there's a drought of love;
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Empty rooms without your love.
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Why can't we seem to get it on?
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(Why can't we seem to get it on)
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Rooms that you will live in
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Not a part of me.
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(They'll never see...)
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Rooms that you'll make love in;
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Rooms I've never seen.
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When you're gone, there's a drought of love...
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When you're gone, there's a drought of love...
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Rooms
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| The Mamas & The Papas |
