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Old, Old Home
Old, old home got no place to go, Old, old home confined all alone. Call me your son who didn’t stay long, Call me your son, had to get up and go. Old, old home Got no place to go, Old, old home I lived there all alone. Broken furniture and shelves filled with dust, Got no time for love cause all hope is lost. Did you feel the cold creep through windows, That someone opened but forgot to close. Old, old home Got no place to go, Old, old home I lived there all alone. Hold onto your coat Now the four winds will blow, What’s left for dreams If they never grow? Find a safe place In cupboards locked away, Where all love remains And someday you’ll stay. Old, old home I left you behind For a better world where dreams become life. Call me your son who didn’t stay long, Call me your son, had to get up and go. Old, old home It seemed so long ago, Old, old home I lived there all alone. |