| That night the walls were speaking
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| The pipes inside them, creaking
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| Told the secret that was rising in the halls
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| And you lay beside me sleeping
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| With the dreams that you were keeping
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| The smoke was in the stairwell outside the wall
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| We had moved in just November
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| The first night, remember
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| We lit a candle
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| Laid a mattress on the floor
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| And we toasted to our savings
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| To adulthood
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| To behaving
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| To this house with drafty windows
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| Creaking doors
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| Home
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| Is the woman across the table
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| Home
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| Is dreaming in my sheets
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| Home
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| Home
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| This house is just an address
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| You’re my home
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| So we stood like statues staring
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| While the sirens came in blaring
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| The Johnsons brought us coffee
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| For the cold
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| And somewhere I heard some singing
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| It was my radio alarm clock ringing
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| With a wakeup call singing to my soul
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| I can’t believe I’m thanking Jesus
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| As I watch my roof come down
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| But I can put back all the pieces
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| As long as you’re around |