There's a house by the rails that I know
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In a valley on its own
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With trains and bones and birds in the yard where the wild nettles grow.
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Growing over the door
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Growing up through the walls
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Growing up, growing over
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A treasure to be told.
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So, wave goodbye to living alone I think we've found our home
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Lets paint these walls and pull up the weeds and cast our fevers in stone.
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Growing out of the drugs
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Growing up through the night
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Growing up, growing old
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With treasure to be told...
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I see us growing old
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Watch us growing old
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Growing...
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The Railway House
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Patrick Wolf |