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If these old walls, if these old walls could speak |
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What a tale they'd have to tell, hard headed people raisin' hell |
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A couple in love livin' week to week |
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Rooms full of laughter, if these old walls could speak |
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If these old hallowed halls, if hallowed halls could talk |
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These would have a tale to tell, the sun goin' down and dinner bells |
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And children playin' at hide and seek |
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From floor to rafters, if these old walls could speak |
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They would tell you that |
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I'm sorry for bein', cold and blind and weak |
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They would tell you that it's only that |
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I have a stubborn streak |
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If these old walls could speak |
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If these old fashion window panes had eyes |
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I guess they would have seen it all, each little tear and silence step fall |
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And every dream that we came to seek |
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And further after, if these old walls could speak |
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They would tell you that |
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I owe you, more that |
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I could ever pay |
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Here's someone who really loves you, don't ever go away |
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That's what these walls would say |
