| Walking down memory lane
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| Through my old neighborhood
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| There on the corner of First and Pain
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| My old homeplace stood
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| Boarded up and bolted shut
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| With a sign that read «Condemned»
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| Reminders of the life there was
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| The way things might have been
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| But I don’t live there anymore
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| Where pain once held my heart
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| Behind locked doors
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| No, I don’t have to live there
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| No, I don’t live there anymore
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| Your love has brought ach wall down
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| Board by board
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| So I don’t have to live ther
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| No, I don’t have to live there anymore
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| I looked inside the living room
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| Where there’s really been no living at all
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| The love inside all cracked and dry
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| Was fading from the walls
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| Oh, the gloom that fills those rooms
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| And haunts those creaking floors
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| Are memories reminding me
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| I won’t live there anymore
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| No, I don’t live there anymore
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| Where pain once held my heart
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| Behind locked doors
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| No, I don’t have to live there
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| No, I don’t live there anymore
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| Your love has brought each wall down
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| Board by board
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| So I don’t have to live there
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| No, I don’t have to live there anymore
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| And the more I see
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| I’m no good here on my own
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| So keep Your lovin' arms around me
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| 'Cause in Your arms I’m home
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| No, I don’t live there anymore
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| Your love has brought each wall down
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| Board by board
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| So I don’t have to live there
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| No, I don’t have to live there anymore, oh… |