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These Four Walls

These Four Walls

These four walls have seen everything
The good things through them back, a few days of skipping class
It's the place I lived my college years, I still can't believe I passed

I drank my share of beer, cried sad and happy tears
It's the place I remember for the rest of my years

If these four walls could talk, they'd tell you everything
They got holes and scrapes all on them from a couple of nights of booze
I bet they remember a few things, that not too many knew
If these four walls could talk, I'm not sure I'd want them to

In my mind, it's a place I'll always be
A twelve-hundred square foot box, of priceless memories

If these four walls could talk, they'd tell you everything
They got holes and scrapes all on them from a couple of nights of booze
I bet they remember a few things, that not too many knew
If these four walls could talk, I'm not sure I'd want them to

Today's the day, I thought I'd never see
I locked up that dead bolt and handed over my keys
And as I pulled out the driveway, I think of all the memories
All the good times this place has given to me

If these four walls could talk, they'd tell you everything
They got holes and scrapes all on them from a couple of nights of booze
I bet they remember a few things, that not too many knew
If these four walls could talk, I'm not sure I'd want them to

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