This old house once filled with joy.
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With its beauty so entrancing,
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Every little girl and boy.
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Now its halls are filled with darkness.
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Its rooms are dusty, cold.
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This old house is growing so old.
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Take a walk into the ballroom,
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Now it hardly looks the same.
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Now its chandelier is shattered,
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Only stillness here remains.
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Long ago there was the laughter
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Through the stories that were told.
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This old house has grown so old.
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Carefull of the stairs,
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Don't sit on the broken chair.
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Peole passing by
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Used to pause out in the square.
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Now they go on by,
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No one even stops to stare.
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It's so all alone,
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No one cares.
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They'll tear down this house come morning,
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Build a new one in its place.
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Put an end to all its glory,
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Put an end to all its grace.
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And the sun will set when evening comes,
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Stars will fill the sky -
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And stars will fill the sky.
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This Old House
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| Bob Seger System |
