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If these old walls |
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If these old walls could speak |
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What a tale it had to tell |
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Hard headed people raising hell |
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A couple in love living week to week |
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Rooms full of laughter |
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If these old walls could speak |
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If these old halls |
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If hallowed halls could talk |
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These would have a tale to tell |
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The sun going down and dinner bell |
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And children playing at hide and seek |
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From floor to rafter |
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If these old halls could speak |
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They would tell you that |
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I'm sorry |
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For being cold and blind and weak |
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They would tell you that it's only |
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That I have a stubborn streak |
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If these old walls could speak |
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If these old fashioned |
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Window panes had eyes |
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I guess they would've seen it all |
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Each little tear and sigh and footfall |
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And every dream that we came to seek |
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Or followed after |
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If these old walls could speak |
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They would tell you that |
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I owe you |
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More than |
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I can ever pay |
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Here's someone who really loves you |
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Don't ever go away |
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Is what these walls would say |
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If they were not so mean |
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If these old walls could speak |
