(Dave Gibson/Greg Crowe/Bill McCorvey)
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Pulled in the driveway, picked up the paper
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Found my key, and unlocked the door
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I walked in, felt like a stranger
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Like I'd never, been there before
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And as I wandered room to room
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It was silent as a tomb
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Coulda heard a tear drop, coulda heard a heart break
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Never saw the flood come, even though I felt the rain
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Never heard a house sound, so loud with memories
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Where there used to be a happy home
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In the house on the corner of lonely and gone
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If she talked about leavin, I wasn't listenin
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If she showed me a sign, well I never saw
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Did she stop believin, did I stop givin
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Can't put my finger on what went wrong
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Now the quietest noise I'm told
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Is the sound of letting go.
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Coulda heard a tear drop, coulda heard a heart break
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Never saw the flood come, even though I felt the rain
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Never heard a house sound, so loud with memories
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Where there used to be a happy home
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In the house on the corner of lonely and gone
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Oh never heard a house sound, so loud with memories
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Where there used to be a happy home
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In the house on the corner, in the house on the corner
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Of lonely and gone
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Lonely & Gone
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| Montgomery Gentry |
