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i think it's
Violence it ripped through the old dogwood fence See the hole, see no gravel
and...
The house is not the same since we left it that day Old friends seem to wander On our parents' hands, cigarettes, wedding bands
i think it's
Violence it ripped through the old dogwood fence See the hole, see no gravel
and...
The house is not the same since we left it that day Old friends seem to wander On our parents' hands, cigarettes, wedding bands