These rooms play tricks upon you
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Remember when they were always filled with laughter?
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But now they're quite deserted
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They seem to just echo voices raised in anger
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Maybe you will see my face
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Reflected there on the pane
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In the window of our poor
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Forlorn and broken home
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Still this house is empty now
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There's nothing I can do
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To make you want to stay
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So tell me how
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Am I supposed to live without you?
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These walls were lined with pictures
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Remember the glass we charged in celebration?
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But now I fill my life up
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With all that I can to deaden this sensation
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Do you recognize the face
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Fixed in that fine silver frame
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Were you really so unhappy then?
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You never said
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So this house is empty now
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There's nothing I can do
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To make you want to stay
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So tell me how
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Am I supposed to live without you?
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Oh, if I could just become forgetful
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When night seems endless
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Does the extinguished candle care
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About the darkness?
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It's funny how my memory
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Will bring you so close then make you disappear
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Meanwhile all our friends must choose
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Who they will favour, who they will lose
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Hang the garland high or close the door
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And throw away the key
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This house is empty now
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There's no one living here
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You have to care about
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This house is empty now
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There's nothing I can do
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To make you want to stay
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So tell me how
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Am I supposed to live without you?
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This house is empty now
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There's no one living here
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You have to care about
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This house is empty now
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There's nothing I can do
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To make you want to stay
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So tell me how
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Am I supposed to live without you?
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This House Is Empty Now
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Ronan Keating |