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There is a house built out of stone |
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Wooden floors, walls and window sills |
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Tables and chairs worn by all of the dust |
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This is a place where I don't feel alone |
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This is a place where I feel at home |
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And I built a home |
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For you |
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For me |
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Until it disappeared |
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From me |
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From you |
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And now, it's time to leave and turn to dust |
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Out in the garden where we planted the seeds |
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There is a tree as old as me |
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Branches were sewn by the color of green |
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Ground had arose and passed its knees |
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By the cracks of the skin I climbed to the top |
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I climbed the tree to see the world |
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When the gusts came around to blow me down |
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I held on as tightly as you held onto me |
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I held on as tightly as you held onto me |
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And I built a home |
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For you |
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For me |
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Until it disappeared |
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From me |
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From you |
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And now, it's time to leave and turn to dust |
