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- In that little house on
your old street
- I can still remember
every creak
- 'Cause in those days of
late night talk and wine
- I swear your mother fed
me more than mine
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- When I get some time to
ponder
- Well, my mind skips
like a stone on water
- But I always end up
lost in wonder
- We just turn our backs
and it all just slips away
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- In those years when
angels cleared a path
- You dreamt out loud and
someone did the math
- Parting late in such
sweet sorrow
- To do it all again
tomorrow
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- We'd sit in the kitchen
and talk to your folks
- Our friends would drop
by and we'd laugh 'till we'd choke
- And then you just get
caught in what you've got going on
- And then the house and
the people and the whole damn thing is gone
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- (Chorus)
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- © 1997 Five Firs Music
/ Bozwell