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The Empty RoomIn a room called desolationThat resembles a Tomb It's here we find our hero The subject of this tune He gets up from the table He walks across the room He looks out of the window At the clouds of gloom He turns and sees a mirror Reflecting someone he once knew He feels his nose and mouth And whispers who are you? No memories to haunt him No ghost to exorcise No pictures on the table To bring sentimental tears to his eyes The past belongs to those possessions Obligations and the ties Forced on him so long ago Now he's waving them goodbye And he doesn't feel pathetic He's not such a loser after all That empty room can't torture him 'Cos he's dispossessed it all Everybody needs an empty room Nostalgic memories, they'll drive you to doom Lose all of those attachments start again, and very soon You'll find yourself just thinking of the life in front of you Be happy and contented in that empty room Everybody needs an empty room Those nostalgic memories, they'll drive you to doom Lose all of those attachments start again, and very soon You'll find yourself just thinking of the life in front of you Be happy and contented in that empty room |