(Chris Waters/Tom Shapiro)
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When I pull in the drive where your car used to be
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It doesn't hurt me like it used to
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I can walk through the door, and not wonder anymore
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Where you are, like I used to
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I can go down the hall, see the pictures on the wall
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And not miss you
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But I just can't bring myself to go into..
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The room
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Where I spent every night with you
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And the light of the moon
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Came through the window
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And I held you
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We were so close
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And it's just too soon
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For me to go into the room
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I'd remember too much if I opened that door
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And I'm not sure if I could face it
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The bed's emptiness would remind me you're with
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Someone else, and I couldn't take it
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So, I sleep on the couch in our living room now
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Since our love died
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'Cause I'm still not ready yet to go inside...
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The room
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Where I spent every night with you
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And the light of the moon
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Came through the window
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And I held you
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We were so close
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And it's just too soon
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For me to go into the room
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Where the light of the moon
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Came through the window
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And I held you
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We were so close
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And it's just too soon
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For me to go into the room
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The Room
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| Wade Hayes |
