| I built this house in fifteen years
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| Tongue and groove and tile and stone
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| I chose to raise my children here
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| I chose to make this house a home
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| I set this old, unwanted chair
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| Out of the sun, out on its own
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| And I spent my days just sittin' here
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| To enjoy the fruit my labor’s grown
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| And it held to its own
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| As the time passed it by
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| When you leave things alone
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| It’s a wonder they survive
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| Weeds overgrown
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| The rooms are bare
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| But you left my chair
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| The risin' sun, the cars go by
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| Kids at play, the neighbors fight
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| I saw it all sittin' here alone
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| And I watched you runnin' from this throne
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| And it held to its own
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| As the time passed it by
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| When you leave things alone
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| It’s a wonder they survive
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| Weeds overgrown
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| The rooms are bare
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| But you left my chair
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| And it held to its own
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| As the time passed it by
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| When you leave things alone
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| It’s a wonder they survive
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| Weeds overgrown
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| The rooms are bare
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| But you left my chair
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| I built this house in fifteen years
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| It’s been fifteen years since I’ve been gone
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| There’s nothin' left but mem’ries here |
| Well, at least you left my chair alone |