| We moved into a house in Tennessee
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| From the California desert where we did not wanna be
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| Where the grass was high and the rivers green the sky was always blue
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| It was 1982 the world was still brand new
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| Oh the front door to that house was very strong
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| As long as we were living there I knew nothing could go wrong
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| So we had our kids we made our lives work out the best we could
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| Behind that ol' piece of wood in a world we understood
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| That ol' door was always open that ol' door was never closed
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| That ol' door was our protection when the need arose
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| That ol' door was ever faithul that ol' door was ever strong
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| That ol' door was there to open up and welcome me back home
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| Welcome me back home
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| We never knew how good we get it there
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| So we went right on living like we didn’t have a care
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| And when the only thing that mattered didn’t matter after all
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| And the writin' on the wall said we’re headed for a fall
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| That ol' door was always open that ol' door was standing guard
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| That ol' door was there to witness when the times were hard
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| That ol' door was ever faithul that ol' door was in our bones
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| That ol' door was there to open up and welcome me back home
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| Sometimes when the leaves blow down the track
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| Something deep inside of me bring all those mem’ries back
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| And that door comes round to haunt me with those chiseled marks that show
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| Just how much a kid can grow in a world still moving slow
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| That ol' door was always open…
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| We moved into a house in Tennessee
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| From the California desert where we did not wanna be
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| Where the grass was high and the rivers green the sky was always blue
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| It was 1982 the world was still brand new |