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JUST AN OLD HOUSE WITH THE ROOF FALLING IN |
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STANDING AT THE EDGE OF THE FIELD |
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WATCHING THE CROPS GROW AS IT'S ALWAYS DONE BEFORE |
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NOBODY LIVES HERE ANY MORE. |
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THE SUN'S GOING DOWN IN THE CAROLINA PINES |
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I'M A LONG WAY FROM HOME AND I MISS THAT LOVE OF MINE |
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BROKEN WINDOWS, EMPTY DOORS, NOBODY LIVES HERE ANY MORE. |
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OLD MEMORIES COME WHISTLING LIKE THE WIND |
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THROUGH THE WALLS AND THE CRACKED WINDOW PANES |
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AND THE GRASS IS GROWING HIGH AROUND THE KITCHEN DOOR |
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NOBODY LIVES HERE ANY MORE. |
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THE SUN'S GOING DOWN IN THE CAROLINA PINES |
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I'M A LONG WAY FROM HOME AND I MISS THAT LOVE OF MINE |
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BROKEN WINDOWS, EMPTY DOORS, NOBODY LIVES HERE ANY MORE. |
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ONCE THERE WERE CHILDREN AND A FEW HIRED HANDS |
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A HARD-WORKING WOMAN AND A BONE-TIRED MAN |
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NOW THAT OLD SUN STEALS ACROSS A DUSTY FLOOR |
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NOBODY LIVES HERE ANY MORE. |
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THE SUN'S GOING DOWN IN THE CAROLINA PINES |
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I'M A LONG WAY FROM HOME AND I MISS THAT LOVE OF MINE |
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BROKEN WINDOWS, EMPTY DOORS, NOBODY LIVES HERE ANY MORE. |