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Time is a corridor that winds through my life |
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(Out of each door comes a day) |
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And when that door closes and I've said good night |
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(Another door opens again) |
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Down in the corridor there will be a time |
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(When I shall run out of doors) |
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I'll scramble through windows and pull up the blinds |
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(In another room till I'm sure) |
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That there's no rooms for me down here |
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I shall be sorry and it will be clear |
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And I'll regret not seeing her more |
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In today's room, love's at the door |
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(I'll regret not seeing her more) |
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In today's room, love's at the door |
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(I'll regret not seeing her more) |
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In today's room, love's at the door |
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(I'll regret not seeing her more) |
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In today's room, love's at the door |
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(I'll regret not seeing her more) |
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I look at my wrist watch, the hands ever turn |
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(Her face is there, I can see) |
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I'll always regret it but I'll never learn |
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(Time is so precious to me) |
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Out in the corridor she sits in a chair |
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(Here I am, pacing the floor) |
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I've not got the courage, my hand combs my hair |
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(In today's room, I'm still not too sure) |
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When there's no rooms for me down here |
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Will I be sorry? Well, that won't be clear |
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And I'll regret not seeing her more |
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In today's room, love's at the door |
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(I'll regret not seeing her more) |
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In today's room, love's at the door |
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(I'll regret not seeing her more) |
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In today's room, love's at the door |
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(I'll regret not seeing her more) |
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In today's room, love's at the door |
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(I'll regret not seeing her more) |
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In today's room, strawberry jam |
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No hope of blue skies, holiday plans |
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In today's room, trips to the shop |
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She's on my doorstep carrying a box |
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When there's no rooms for me down here |
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Will I be sorry? Well, that won't be clear |
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And I'll regret not seeing her more |
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In today's room, love's at the door |
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(I'll regret not seeing her more) |
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Love's at the door |
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(I'll regret not seeing her more) |
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Love's at the door |
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(I'll regret not seeing her more) |
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Love's at the door |
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(I'll regret not seeing her more) |
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Love's at the door |
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(I'll regret not seeing her more) |
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Love's at the door |
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(I'll regret not seeing her more) |