| I was drivin' to town and I passed by a house
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| The one with pillars on the porch
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| Had a sign on the door said «for sale»
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| So what the hell
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| I walked in, and sat down on some strangers couch
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| Solid Oak Hardwood floors
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| Didn’t need to see more
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| 'Cause I could hear you in the kitchen
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| Playin' your guitar
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| All our friends coming over
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| Little lights in the yard
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| And dammit
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| Didn’t we almost have it?
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| Honestly, I still don’t understand it
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| We used to love to sit and talk and wish
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| And picture and planin'
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| Man, now I just… dammit
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| I think the owners could tell I was lost in myself
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| So they left me alone, said «make yourself right at home»
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| I was already makin' dinner
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| Callin' you down the stairs
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| Little girl out the window
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| Hear her laughin' out there
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| Dammit
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| Didn’t we almost have it?
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| Honestly, I still don’t understand it
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| We used to love to sit and talk and wish
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| And picture and planin'
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| Man now, I just… dammit
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| Baby, didn’t we almost have it?
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| Honestly, I still don’t understand it
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| We used to love to sit, talk and wish
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| And picture and plan it
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| Man, now I just… dammit
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| Now I’m driving away
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| Thinking «oh, what a shame»
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| You can pray, you can hope
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| But you just never know
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| I guess that two bedroom picket fence magic
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| Can’t ever be ours now, can it?
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| (Dammit)
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| Ooh
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| Honestly, I still don’t understand it
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| Thinking how could we, coulda had it
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| We coulda had it
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| Dammit |