| Upon a pebble driveway
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| There sits a house
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| And it’s the loneliest place
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| I haven’t spent much time there,
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| It wasn’t allowed,
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| It just didn’t feel right
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| 'Cause it’s all built upon a burial ground,
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| It just doesn’t feel right,
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| It just doesn’t feel right
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| On top the frozen creek,
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| I would love to take you there
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| I swear it flows through me On top the frozen creek
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| If I open both of my eyes,
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| I still see an empty space, so empty
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| But if I keep them closed
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| Then there’s still a chance that something is out there
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| 'Cause it’s all built upon a burial ground,
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| It just doesn’t feel right
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| It just doesn’t feel right
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| On top the frozen creek,
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| I would love to take you there
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| I swear it flows through me On top the frozen creek
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| I made a promise to you long ago
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| I’d do the best that I can
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| I’d try and keep it I made a promise to you long ago
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| That I’d do anything to keep this home
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| On top the frozen creek,
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| I would love to take you there
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| I swear it flows through me On top of the frozen creek
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| I would love to take you there |