Livin' In The House

Desert Rose Band

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    She rarely ventures from her door
    Staring at the dress she wore
    A bridal gown from yesterday
    Her dreams have drifted away

    Unforgiving and forsaking
    Thoughts that keep her heart from making
    There's pleasure in her misery
    She locked the door and hid the key

    Livin' in the house she grew up in
    Safely out of harm's way
    A prisoner of her emotions
    In a prison made of clay

    On the day they were to marry
    She paced the floor, began to worry
    And as time passed that day
    She knew her love had gone away

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    He left no rhyme, left no reason
    Left her alone still believin'
    In a life they built to stay
    Now a prison made of clay

    Livin' in the house she grew up in
    Safely out of harm's way
    A prisoner of her emotions
    In a prison made of clay

    Livin' in the house she grew up in
    Safely out of harm's way
    A prisoner of her emotions
    In a prison made of clay

    Livin' in the house she grew up in
    So close at home with her pain
    The walls can always crumble
    To set her free once again

    Livin' in the house she grew up in

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    Composición: Chris Hillman y Steve Hill

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