| Dear old house that I grew up in
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| I know they’re gonna to leave you any day
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| Dear old house that I grew up in
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| Can’t you find a way to make them stay
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| And while the girls that I went to school with
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| Walked downtown with all the cool kids
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| I was staked out in your cellar
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| Making friends with dead umbrellas
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| And every creak of every floorboard
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| Tells the story of the girl I stuck inside
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| And if they move away
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| I’ll have no place to hide
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| Dear old house that I grew up in
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| I have never really been in love
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| You took my heart when I was a
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| Child and your
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| Noises wrapped around my little
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| Body like a winter glove
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| You’re just a random set of objects
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| In a town that’s filled with sadness
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| In the armpit of the world
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| You’re chopped down trees and rotting soil
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| And if I wanted to I’d keep you
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| And I’d fill you up and heat you
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| With the market how it is
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| Amanda, well you know
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| The price of oil
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| Goodbye stair
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| And goodbye stars
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| On painted closet wall
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| Attic door and banister
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| I’ll miss you most of all
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| I was supposed to keep you safe
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| This wasn’t supposed to end
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| Does it sound ridiculous
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| To call you my best friend
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| Dear old house that I grew up in
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| I know I haven’t visited that much
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| But every lifeless hotel and apartment
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| I walk into just remind me of the
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| Doorknobs that I want to touch
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| And I won’t miss you when they sell you
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| To some evil yuppie couple
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| With a child who’ll put Miley Cyrus
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| Posters in my bedroom
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| I am a native of the globe
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| I am a rockstar on the road
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| I am now centrally located
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| Anywhere that I am known
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| But it doesn’t feel
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| Like anywhere
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| When you can’t
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| Go back, home
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| Dear old house that I grew up in
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| I know it isn’t your fault this went down
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| So please don’t take it personally
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| Love, Amanda
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| P. S.
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| Tell the evil yuppie couple
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| When I’m rich
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| I’ll buy them out |