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The lock is rusted, and the key won't turn |
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Front yard's brown, where the sun just burns |
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Old porch a missin' a board or two |
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Mail box hangin' from one lone screw |
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There's a broken window around to the side |
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And I could get in if I really tried |
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What would I do |
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Just be lookin' for you |
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Some memories are better left alone |
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I'd probably learn real fast |
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If I go diggin' through the past |
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I'd just get cut right back down deeper to the bone |
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So I'm movin' on |
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Got no business climbin' back |
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Through broken windows |
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Tempting me with your same old ways |
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Thinking I'd forgotten the darkest days |
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Where there was no light and there was no love |
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This place is better off boarded up |
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Here I stand at this window pane |
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Hoping somthin' in there might have changed |
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What would I do |
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Just be lookin' for you |
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Some memories are better left alone |
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I'd probably learn real fast |
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If I go diggin' through the past |
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I'd just get cut right back down deeper to the bone |
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So I'm movin' on |
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Got no business climbin' back |
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Through broken windows |
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An empty house is all that I can see |
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Gotta tell myself there's nothin' there for me |
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What would I do |
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Just be lookin' for you |
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Some memories are better left alone |
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And I'd probably learn real fast |
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If I go digging through the past |
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I'd just get cut right back down deeper to the bone |
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So I'm moving on |
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Got no business climbing back |
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Through broken windows |
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Broken Windows |
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Yeah Broken Windows |
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Broken Windows |
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Yeah Broken Windows |
