| My grandfather built a place for you and me
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| It’s easily the most precious thing to me
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| Said even if your love was the only thing that I could write home about
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| Every night’s the same which when we open fire
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| It makes the wall between us seem a bit high
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| So where is your love the only thing that I wanna write home about
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| So don’t make me the panic
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| Don’t make me the panic in this dream
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| Don’t make me the panic
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| Don’t make me the panic in this dream
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| When he poured the ground we laid the savings in
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| Between our bedroom walls we laid it there within
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| And in the demolition we would find the promise he made
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| So don’t make me the panic
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| Don’t make me the panic in this dream
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| Don’t make me the panic
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| Don’t make me the panic in this dream
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| So What’s under the house
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| So What’s under the house you built
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| Aaaaah
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| Aaaaah
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| Aaaaah
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| So my grandfather built a place for you and me
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| It’s easily the most precious thing to me
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| Said even if your love was the only thing that I could write home about
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| So don’t make me the panic
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| Don’t make me the panic in this dream
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| Don’t make me the panic
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| Don’t make me the panic in this dream
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| Aaaaah
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| Aaaaah
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| Aaaaah
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| Aaaaah |