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Heat lightning rumbles in the distance |
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Sounds from west of the trees |
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The old olds gone and the house is falling gone |
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But the ghosts are a comfort to me |
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Ghosts of my family and the time it's moved on |
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Changing the whole garden new |
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Standing here in the days for a while |
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Strong beside you |
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Strong beside you on this land that |
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I brought you too |
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Strong beside you with my arm holding you close |
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Strong beside you with these babies at our feet |
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The warm summer wind blows |
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The warm summer wind blows |
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The chimney's fell down |
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The grass ain't been cut |
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And the road into town |
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Cuts through woods |
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And the barn needs a roof |
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There's things more important |
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That holding proof |
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Holding the proof and it's keeping me strong |
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Won't miss this house we're in much longer |
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This hollowing much longer takes its toe on us both |
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And I guess that it's good that it shown |
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Looking for a comfort in the known |
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Looking for a comfort in the known |
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Nothing takes the place to the ones you left behind |
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This place you always held in this heart of mine |
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Holding on too long to the place you always healed |
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Heat lightning rumbles in the distance |
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As I creep slowly by |
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I hold myself together |
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Someone between anguish and acceptance |
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As I creep slowly by |
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I hold myself together |
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Someone between anguish and acceptance |
