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The wind blew a path through the fallen leaves |
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And there showed a crack in the old oak tree |
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The door stood as if it was standing guard |
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Of the dozen chipmunks in the backyard |
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Every house not a home but dare do I roam |
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There's a light on the porch here for someone |
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Once upon a time in a border town |
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The war was over, the guns laid down |
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The women, the men, the children saved |
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Now it's hard to remember it any other way |
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When the law acts as though there is nothing to show |
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There is compassion and depth in a neighbor |
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Now if Bartles & Jaymes didn't need no first names |
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We could live by our own laws in favor |
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Every house not a home but dare do I roam |
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There's a light on the porch here for someone |
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Now if Bartles & Jaymes didn't need no first names |
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We could live by our own laws in favor |
