| There’s a symphony out past the trees beyond your father’s house
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| The one you grew up in then grew out of
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| Got yourself to higher ground
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| You told me you ain’t gonna miss it
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| But you’ll never hear it like you heard it then
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| Like you heard it then
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| I didn’t mean to wake you
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| Oh, I know it’s late
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| These walls are caving in
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| I didn’t mean to wake you
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| I left a note that read these walls are caving in
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| Well halfway out of town
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| Loading your father’s father’s gun
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| The one he smuggled back from Germany
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| After the war was won
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| You told me he ain’t gonna miss it
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| Better serve it’s purpose like it did back then
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| Just like it did back then
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| Besides he ain’t reminiscing
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| Yeah he’ll never hear it like he heard it then
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| Not like he heard it then
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| I didn’t mean to wake you
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| Oh, I know it’s late
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| These walls are caving in
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| I didn’t mean to wake you
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| I left a note that read these walls are caving in
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| Oh these walls are caving in
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| Walls were caving in |