Upon a pebble driveway
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There sits a house
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And it's the loneliest place
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I haven't spent much time there,
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It wasn't allowed,
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It just didn't feel right
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'Cause it's all built upon a burial ground,
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It just doesn't feel right,
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It just doesn't feel right
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On top the frozen creek,
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I would love to take you there
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It's where it flows through me
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On top the frozen creek
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If I open both of my eyes,
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I still see an empty space, so empty
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But if I keep them closed
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Then there's still a chance something is out there
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'Cause it's all built upon a burial ground,
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It just doesn't feel right
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It just doesn't feel right
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On top the frozen creek,
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I would love to take you there
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It's where it flows through me
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On top the frozen creek
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I made a promise to you long ago
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I'd do the best that I can
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I'd try and keep it
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I made a promise to you long ago
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That I'd do anything to keep this home
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On top the frozen creek,
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I would love to take you there
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It's where it flows through me
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On top of the frozen creek
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I would love to take you there
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Frozen Creek
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| Circa Survive |
