| If houses tell stories
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| I wonder
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| About these walls of yours and mine
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| They could repeat any number
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| Of things
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| They’ve heard and seen in their time
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| All of the angry words spoken
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| Then the silence that follows for days
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| All that leaves a home feeling broken
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| Lord, if these walls could talk they’d pray
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| If love lived here you couldn’t tell
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| Five thousand square feet of living hell
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| And two hearts that need to be saved
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| It all died here from pure neglect
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| Is it too dead to resurrect
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| Lord, if these walls could talk they’d pray
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| Two little hands folded tight by her bedside
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| Asking Jesus will my family be ok
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| A child of five is just too small
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| Her prayers alone can’t save us all
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| Lord, if these walls could talk they’d pray
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| Lord, if these walls could talk they’d pray |