A chair is still a chair
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Even when there's no one sitting there
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But a chair is not a house
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And a house is not a home
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When there's no one there to hold you tight,
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And no one there you can kiss good night.
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A room is still a room
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Even when there's nothing there but gloom;
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But a room is not a house,
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And a house is not a home
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When the two of us are far apart
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And one of us has a broken heart.
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Now and then I call your name
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And suddenly your face appears
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But it's just a crazy game
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When it ends it ends in tears.
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Darling, have a heart,
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Don't let one mistake keep us apart.
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I'm not meant to live alone. Turn this house into a home.
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When I climb the stair and turn the key,
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Oh, please be there still in love with me.
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A House Is Not A Home
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| Burt Bacharach |
