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I wake up here and I think how it was
Before the paint started fading
No history books where written âbout this block
But the stories I've heard are persuading
This old house is castle to me
A place that I'll keep in a warm memory
Someday I'll be gone and I'll turn in my key
And then I'll be a little piece of the house history
And then I'll be a little piece of the house history
Cracked stained glass, drafty old doors
Cracked window sills and scratched floors
Holes in the wall from ancient decor
Cobwebs on the ceiling I ignore
This old house is castle to me
A place that I'll keep in a warm memory
Someday I'll be gone and I'll turn in my key
And then I'll be a little piece of the house history
And then I'll be a little piece of the house history