| Step right up, come on in If you’d like to take the grand tour
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| Of a lonely house that once was home sweet home
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| I have nothing here to sell you
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| Just some things that I will tell you
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| Some things I know will chill you to the bone
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| Over there sits the chair
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| Where she brang the paper to me And sit down on my knee and whisper oh I love you
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| But now she’s gone forever
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| And this old house will never be the same
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| Without the love love that we once knew
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| Straight ahead that’s the bed
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| Where we lay and love together
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| And lord knows we had a good thing going here
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| See her picture on the table
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| Don’t it look like she’d be able
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| Just to touch me and say good morning dear
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| There’s her rings all her things
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| And her clothes are in the closet
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| Just like she left them when she tore my world apart
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| As you leave you’ll see the nursery
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| Oh she left me without mercy
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| Taking nothing but our baby and my heart
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| Step right up, come on in |