| Intro... |
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| If | these old | walls, if | these old | walls could | speak |
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| What a | tale they'd | have to | tell |
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| Hard headed | people | raisin' | hell |
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| A | couple | in | love livin' | week | to | week |
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| Rooms full of | laughter, if | these old walls | could | speak |
| If these old halls, if hallowed halls could talk |
| These would have a tale to tell |
| The sun goin' down and dinner bells |
| And children playin' at hide and seek |
| >From floor to rafters, if these old walls could speak |
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| They would tell you | that I'm | sorry |
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| For bein' cold and | blind and | weak |
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| They would tell you | that it's | only that I have a | stubborn | streak |
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| If these walls could | speak |
| If these old fashion window panes had eyes |
| I guess they would have seen it all |
| Each little tear and silent step fall |
| And every dream that we came to seek |
| And followed after, if these old walls could speak |
| They would tell you that I owe you |
| More than I could ever pay |
| Here's someone who really loves you |
| Don't ever go away |
| That's what these walls would say |