Rooms Lyrics

	(John Phillips)
	Rooms that we have lived in,
	The things that they have seen;
	Rooms that you shared with me,
	And the rooms in between...
	When you抮e gone, there抯 a drought of love.
	Mornings we would wake up
	Just to taste our love again,
	Afraid of some break-up
	Before the day could end.
	When you抮e gone, there抯 a drought of love;
	Empty rooms without your love.
	Why can抰 we seem to get it on?
	(Why can抰 we seem to get it on)
	Words remain unspoken (words...);
	Thoughts cannot be heard
	(Thoughts...cannot be heard).
	Love抯 just a token
	Without some spoken word.
	When your gone, there抯 a drought of love.
	When you抮e gone, there抯 a drought of love;
	Empty rooms without your love.
	Why can抰 we seem to get it on?
	(Why can抰 we seem to get it on)
	Rooms that you will live in
	Not a part of me.
	(They抣l never see...)
	Rooms that you抣l make love in;
	Rooms I抳e never seen.
	When you抮e gone, there抯 a drought of love...
	When you抮e gone, there抯 a drought of love...

	John Phillips
	Rooms that we have lived in,
	The things that they have seen
	Rooms that you shared with me,
	And the rooms in between...
	When you zhen e gone, there zha a drought of love.
	Mornings we would wake up
	Just to taste our love again,
	Afraid of some breakup
	Before the day could end.
	When you zhen e gone, there zha a drought of love
	Empty rooms without your love.
	Why can yang we seem to get it on?
	Why can yang we seem to get it on
	Words remain unspoken words...
	Thoughts cannot be heard
	Thoughts... cannot be heard.
	Love zha just a token
	Without some spoken word.
	When your gone, there zha a drought of love.
	When you zhen e gone, there zha a drought of love
	Empty rooms without your love.
	Why can yang we seem to get it on?
	Why can yang we seem to get it on
	Rooms that you will live in
	Not a part of me.
	They yun l never see...
	Rooms that you yun l make love in
	Rooms I ni e never seen.
	When you zhen e gone, there zha a drought of love...
	When you zhen e gone, there zha a drought of love...

	John Phillips
	Rooms that we have lived in,
	The things that they have seen
	Rooms that you shared with me,
	And the rooms in between...
	When you zhěn e gone, there zhā a drought of love.
	Mornings we would wake up
	Just to taste our love again,
	Afraid of some breakup
	Before the day could end.
	When you zhěn e gone, there zhā a drought of love
	Empty rooms without your love.
	Why can yāng we seem to get it on?
	Why can yāng we seem to get it on
	Words remain unspoken words...
	Thoughts cannot be heard
	Thoughts... cannot be heard.
	Love zhā just a token
	Without some spoken word.
	When your gone, there zhā a drought of love.
	When you zhěn e gone, there zhā a drought of love
	Empty rooms without your love.
	Why can yāng we seem to get it on?
	Why can yāng we seem to get it on
	Rooms that you will live in
	Not a part of me.
	They yun l never see...
	Rooms that you yun l make love in
	Rooms I nǐ e never seen.
	When you zhěn e gone, there zhā a drought of love...
	When you zhěn e gone, there zhā a drought of love...

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