| Lots of things have changed around here since you’re gone
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| Lamps don’t shine as bright and the tv won’t go on
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| The pictures on the wall seem to hide their face
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| And I can’t find a smile around here anyplace
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| Yes, the things in this house
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| Miss you just as much as I
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| The only difference is
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| They don’t know how to cry
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| The rug just don’t feel the same beneath my feet
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| The song bird’s not singin'
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| And the dog won’t eat
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| And the lonely walls can only stand and stare at me
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| And happy can’t be found in our old dictionary
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| Yes, the things in this house
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| Miss you just as much as I
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| The only difference is
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| They don’t know how to cry
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| Oh just the same
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| I hear the things that they can’t say
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| You can call it my imagination… that's okay
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| All I know is what I feel way down inside
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| I can run all through these rooms
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| But I can’t hide
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| Yes, the things in this house
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| Miss you just as much as I
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| The only difference is
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| They don’t know how to cry |