| If these old walls
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| If these old walls could speak
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| Of things that they remembered well
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| Stories and faces dearly held
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| A couple in love
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| Livin' week to week
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| Rooms full of laughter
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| If these walls could speak
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| If these old halls
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| If hallowed halls could talk
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| These would have a tale to tell
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| Of sun goin' down and dinner bell
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| And children playing at hide and seek
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| From floor to rafter
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| If these halls could speak
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| They would tell you that I’m sorry
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| For bein' cold and blind and weak
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| They would tell you that it’s only
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| That I have a stubborn streak
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| If these walls could speak
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| If these old fashioned window panes were eyes
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| I guess they would have seen it all
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| Each little tear and sigh and footfall
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| And every dream that we came to seek
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| Or followed after
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| If these walls could speak
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| They would tell you that I owe you
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| More than I could ever pay
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| Here’s someone who really loves you
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| Don’t ever go away
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| That’s what these walls would say
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| They would tell you that I owe you
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| More than I could ever pay
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| Here’s someone who really loves you
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| Don’t ever go away
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| That’s what these walls would say
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| That’s what these walls would say
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| That’s what these walls would say |