If these old walls
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If these old walls could speak
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What a tale it had to tell
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Hard headed people raising hell
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A couple in love living week to week
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Rooms full of laughter
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If these old walls could speak
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If these old halls
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If hallowed halls could talk
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These would have a tale to tell
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The sun going down and dinner bell
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And children playing at hide and seek
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From floor to rafter
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If these old halls could speak
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They would tell you that I'm sorry
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For being cold and blind and weak
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They would tell you that it's only
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That I have a stubborn streak
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If these old walls could speak
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If these old fashioned
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Window panes had eyes
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I guess they would've seen it all
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Each little tear and sigh and footfall
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And every dream that we came to seek
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Or followed after
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If these old walls could speak
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They would tell you that I owe you
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More than I can ever pay
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Here's someone who really loves you
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Don't ever go away
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Is what these walls would say
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If they were not so mean
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If these old walls could speak
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If These Walls Could Speak
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Nanci Griffith |