The House That Built Me

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I know they say you can't go home again.
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I just had to come back one last time.
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Ma'am I know you don't know me from Adam.
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But these hand prints on the front steps are mine.
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Up those stairs, in that little back bedroom
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Is where I did my homework and I learned to play guitar.
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And I bet you didn't know, under that live oak
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My favorite dog is buried in the yard.

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I thought if I could touch this place or feel it
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This brokenness inside me might start healing.
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Out here it's like I'm someone else,
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I thought that maybe I could find myself
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If I could just come in I swear I'll leave.
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Won't take nothing but a memory
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From the house that built me.

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Mama cut out pictures of houses for years.
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From 'Better Homes and Garden' magazines.
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Plans were drawn, and concrete poured,
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And nail by nail and board by board
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Daddy gave life to mama's dream.

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I thought if I could touch this place or feel it
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This brokenness inside me might start healing.
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Out here it's like I'm someone else,
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I thought that maybe I could find myself.
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If I could just come in I swear I'll leave.
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Won't take nothing but a memory
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From the house that built me.

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You leave home, you move on and you do the best you can.
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I got lost in this old world and forgot who I am.

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I thought if I could touch this place or feel it
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This brokenness inside me might start healing.
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Out here it's like I'm someone else,
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I thought that maybe I could find myself.
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If I could walk around I swear I'll leave.
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Won't take nothing but a memory
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From the house that, built me.

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