| Brought out all the kids, waited for their voices to quiet
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| Girls go with your mother, a better house, new Dad and bigger town
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| We’ll stay just the same, we’ll just stay the same
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| Boys this house is haunted, I hear them in the aching of the grain
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| Grab the saw and hammer, build a brand new start, a brand new house just ten
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| feet down
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| We’ll stay just the same, we’ll just stay the same
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| It’s like she’s barely even there
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| Peeking out the window, waiting for their voices to quiet
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| Grandpa slammed the car door, driving through the woods and out of sight
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| She has come too soon, that Sunday afternoon
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| Gray is in their hair now, still the anger shows in waxen brows
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| We’ll stay just the same, we’ll just stay the same
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| It’s like he’s barely even there
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| Before his open coffin, Grandma stands beside the fifty years she left behind
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| Sadness holds me tighter, seeing them together just one time
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| It’s like I’m barely even there
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| Brought out all the kids, waited for their voices to quiet
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| Girls go with your mother, a better house, new Dad and bigger town
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| We’ll stay just the same, we’ll just stay the same
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| Peeking out the window, waiting for their voices to quiet
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| Grandpa slammed the car door, driving through the woods and out of sight
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| She has come too soon, that Sunday afternoon
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| It’s like he’s barely even there
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| Before his open coffin, Grandma stands beside the fifty years she left behind
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| Sadness holds me tighter, seeing them together just one time
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| It’s like I’m barely even there |