I carried a bag of rock and stone full of memory
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Of our family
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Aboard a plane to Tulsa
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Five years of waiting for his life to end suddenly
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Tearing it's way through me
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All of the way to Tulsa
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It's not enough
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It's not enough
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It's not enough
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It's not enough
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To know you through them
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I walked through the door of living room that I do not
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Know
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To a couch where he slept alone
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In the bone yard of the house that jack built
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My brothers were sorting through his fine shoes and
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Fine cologne
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Pictures of our childhood home
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The glory of the house that jack built
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It's not enough
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It's not enough
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It's not enough
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It's not enough
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To know you through them
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Purple hearts and racing cars and the words for her you
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Wrote
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Your deal was raw but you loved us all and we know it
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Note for note
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Now they tell us of your life until the end your sister
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And your best friend
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The stories are a revelation
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All of a brother and a sailor and an honourable man
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A boy driving as fast as he can
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To this man I have no relation
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It's not enough
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It's not enough
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It's not enough
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Its' not enough
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To know you through them
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Purple hearts and racing cars and the words for her you
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Wrote
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Your deal was raw but you loved us all and we know it
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Note for note
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Purple hearts and racing cars and the words for her you
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Wrote
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Your deal was raw but you loved us Pa and we know it
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Note for note
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The House That Jack Built
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Jesca Hoop |