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If these old walls, if these old walls could speak. |
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What a tale they 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 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 I'm sorry. |
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For bein' and cold and blind and weak. |
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They would tell you that it's only that 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. |
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Each little tear and silence step fall. |
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And every dream that we came to seek, |
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And followed after, if these old walls could speak. |
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They would tell you that I owe you, |
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More that I could 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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That's what these walls would say. |
