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To most its just a farmhouse to those that pass it by
With a last name on the mailbox, and one truck in the drive
Where love it once grew wild as the blooming dogwood trees
But my voice now echoes off the nails where pictures used to be
Now its just an old house
No one comes home to
An everyday reminder
Of all i had to lose
Might as well be in prison
the worst place you could be
Is Home sweet heartache
Population me
I havent changed the locks
Hoping you still got the key
I painted up our bedroom
I even changed the sheets
Now its just an old house
No one comes home to
An everyday reminder
Of all i had to lose
Might as well be in prison
the worst place you could be
Is Home sweet heartache
Population me
It was built for our tomorrows
Now it holds our yesterdays
A symbol of our promise
Is All but washed way
Now its just an old house
No one comes home to
An everyday reminder
Of all i had to lose
Might as well be in prison
the worst place you could be
Is Home sweet heartache
Population me