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Eleanor
04/25/2018 03:29 p.m.





If this old house burns down slowly to the ground
The simple things that we've once known they won't be around
We won't have to lock the door cause
Everyone around won't wanna come in to what they found
If this old house burns down
This place is always such a mess its something that i must confess
I’m running but, I don't see you
Give to me to take away everything i've held today
My body is still in that room
If this old house burns down we won't even know
Because we won't be around when it goes
We won’t see a flame
We won't even feel the heat
Charcoaled wood and ashes at my feet



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