These walls have eyes
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Rows of photographs
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And faces like mine
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Who do we become
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Without knowing where
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We started from
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It´s true I´m missing you
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As I stand alone in your room
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Everyday that will pass you by
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Every name that you won´t recall
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Everything that you made by hand
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Everything that you know by heart
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And I will try to connect
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All the pieces you left
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I will carry it on
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And let you forget
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And I´ll remember the years
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When your mind was clear
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How the laughter and life
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Filled up this silent house
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One room Two single beds
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In the closet hangs
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Your favorite dress
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The books that you read
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Are in scattered piles
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Of paper shreds
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Everything that you made by hand
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Everything that you know by heart
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And I will try to connect
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All the pieces you left
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I will carry it on
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And let you forget
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And I´ll remember the years
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When your mind was clear
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How the laughter and life
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Filled up this silent house
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Silent house..
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In the garden off the living room
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A chill fills the air
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And the lilies bloom
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And I will try to connect
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All the pieces you left
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I will carry it on
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And let you forget
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And I´ll remember the years
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When your mind was clear
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How the laughter and life
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Filled up this
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And I will try to connect
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All the pieces you left
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I will carry it on
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And let you forget
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And I´ll remember the years
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When your mind was clear
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How the laughter and life
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Filled up this silent house
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Silent house..
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Silent House
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| Dixie chicks |
