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The old house is falling down |
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every step I take makes a hollow sound should I walk away, should I push on through. |
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What in the world can a good man do. |
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Laughing eyes with a touch of grey |
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the record stopped when she looked my way, I could hear her heart from across the room. |
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What in the world can a good man do. |
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Yellow hair and almond skin she opened her arms and I fell right in and she gave me love like I never knew. |
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What in the world can a good man do. |
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Her hands are warm and her hands are strong, she holds me here like I belong but i know I can't love her like she wants me to. |
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What in the world can a good man do. |
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We meet up late at the old fairground and I've come here to let her down. |
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I keep trying to leave but my feet won't move. |
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I walk a mile cross the kitchen floor. |
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I slip the key underneath door they will call me kind they will call me cruel |
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What in the world can a good man do. |
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What in the world can a good man do. Good man do. |
