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I had to go back to that house one more time |
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To see if Camellias were in bloom |
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For so many reasons it's been on my mind |
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The house on Belmont Avenue |
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Built up on cinderblocks off of the ground |
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What with the rain and the soft swampy land |
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By the sweet honeysuckle that grew all around |
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Were switches when we were bad |
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I took a bus to Baton Rouge....[etc.] |
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All the front rooms were kept closed off |
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I never liked to go in there much |
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Sometimes the doors they'd be locked |
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'Cause there were precious things I couldn't touch |
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The company couch covered in plastic |
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Little books about being saved |
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The dining room table nobody ate at |
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And the piano nobody played |
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(Repeat Chorus) |
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There was this beautiful lamp I always loved |
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A seashore was painted on the shade |
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It would turn around when you switched on the bulb |
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And gently rock the waves |
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The driveway was covered with tiny white seashells |
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A fig tree stood in the backyard there are other things I remember, as well |
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But to tell them would be just too hard |
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Ghosts in the wind that blow through my life |
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Follow me wherever I go |
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I'll never be free from these chains inside |
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Hidden deep down in my soul |
