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Lonely day
INSIDE ROARE
Lonely day
The last spoonful of coffee, the last spoonful of tea.
The last slice of bread to split.
The coffee is bitter, the tea has gone cold a long time ago.
I'm still waiting for the doors to open.
And you'll be back.
A lonely day, it's cold and cruel.
It grips me like a stomach medicine,
why don't you pick up the door handle, it's still open.
I know you will come and I will be able to hug you.
Maybe I should have chosen different last words,
maybe i wasn't honest with you
But my love was different, I can't let you go
when it's raining outside
Please come back, I don't want anymore.
A lonely day, it's cold and cruel.
It grips me like a stomach medicine,
why don't you pick up the door handle, it's still open.
I know you will come and I will be able to hug you.
I want to hug you again and feel you shiver.
I don't want to be lonely, I want to feel your tender hands shaking.
A lonely day, it's cold and cruel.
It grips me like a stomach medicine,
why don't you pick up the door handle, it's still open.
I know you will come and I will be able to hug you.
Lonely day
The last spoonful of coffee, the last spoonful of tea.
The last slice of bread to split.
The coffee is bitter, the tea has gone cold a long time ago.
I'm still waiting for the doors to open.
And you'll be back.
A lonely day, it's cold and cruel.
It grips me like a stomach medicine,
why don't you pick up the door handle, it's still open.
I know you will come and I will be able to hug you.
Maybe I should have chosen different last words,
maybe i wasn't honest with you
But my love was different, I can't let you go
when it's raining outside
Please come back, I don't want anymore.
A lonely day, it's cold and cruel.
It grips me like a stomach medicine,
why don't you pick up the door handle, it's still open.
I know you will come and I will be able to hug you.
I want to hug you again and feel you shiver.
I don't want to be lonely, I want to feel your tender hands shaking.
A lonely day, it's cold and cruel.
It grips me like a stomach medicine,
why don't you pick up the door handle, it's still open.
I know you will come and I will be able to hug you.
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