Tác giả : Roger Miller
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L walk up to me door and hate to turn the key 
Emptiness is all that waits inside for me 
That's how it is when the one you love is gone 
That's how it is when your house is not a home 
 
L look around and see things marked with his and hers 
Little things like this just make things that much worse 
That's how it is since l live my life alone 
That's how it is since my house is not a home 
 
Ls there a way out for a soul so torn as mine 
Each day l live l'm like a prisoner passing time 
That's how it is, ask anyone who lives alone 
That's how it is when your house is not a home