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I am an old house
Furnace is broken
From too much dust in the vents
From ugly words bein' spoken

I am an old house
With a hole for a door
Kicked down long ago by the ones
Who would squat on these dusty floors

I am an old room
Too empty to feel
The whimsy and weary
Yeah, they took all they could steal

Well, they stole my table
And my liquor cabinet, too
My grandmother's rug
My grandpa's harpoon

Mama said this would happen
When you let 'em all in
The ones who don't knock
Or tell you where the hell they've been

I am an old house
Atop the big hill
South of the border
And west of the mill

I ain't got no visitors
No love of my own
These blues keep me busy
But this house ain't no home

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