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This old house
I can't help it in this house
History blisters on the wall
Old wars are hard fought in this house
It's impossible not to predict failure
when failure was all it ever gave
Other than a heavy heart
Which weighs down like the roof
Of this old house
The lights all go out
one by one
and my lungs catch
as the stairs creak
beneath my feet
In this old house
Sleep is fitful
and sadness is easy
and shame bites hard on the lips
In this old house
Yes, mother and father and sweet little sister
But they will grow on and tragedy will strike
In this old house.
I can't help it in this house
History blisters on the wall
Old wars are hard fought in this house
It's impossible not to predict failure
when failure was all it ever gave
Other than a heavy heart
Which weighs down like the roof
Of this old house
The lights all go out
one by one
and my lungs catch
as the stairs creak
beneath my feet
In this old house
Sleep is fitful
and sadness is easy
and shame bites hard on the lips
In this old house
Yes, mother and father and sweet little sister
But they will grow on and tragedy will strike
In this old house.