| This old house, it’s been here for years
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| It’s everything in the memories I’ve known
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| It’s heard the laughter and it’s seen the tears
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| This old house will always be home
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| It’s seen the comings and the goings of a lifetime or two
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| And oh, the stories that these walls could tell
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| Of the living and the dying that a lifetime can do
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| For generations, it’s known all too well
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| This old house, it’s been here for years
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| It’s everything in the memories I’ve known
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| It’s heard the laughter and it’s seen the tears
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| And this old house will always be home
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| Looking back in the mirror that’s been looking at me
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| I catch a glance on my way down the hall
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| Now the vision’s getting clearer as I walk through the door
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| How through my life it’s been the heart of it all
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| This old house, it’s been here for years
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| It’s everything in the memories I’ve known
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| It’s heard the laughter and it’s seen the tears
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| And this old house will always be home
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| Yea, this old house will always be home |