Nhạc sĩ: Roger Miller
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I walk up to my door and hate to turn the keyEmptiness is all that waits inside for meThat's how it is when the one you love is goneThat's how it is when your house is not a homeI look around and see things marked with his and hersThings like this just seem to make things that much worseThat's how it is since I've lived my life aloneThat's how it is since my house is not a homeThat's how it is since my house is not a homeIs there a way out for a soul so torn as mine?Each day I live I'm like a prisonerHas since been broken out of holdThat's how it isAsk anyone who lives aloneThat's how it isWhen your house is not the home