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8150 Shady Grove Lane
Looks kinda different with a fresh coat of paint
Sitting right where it was
Damn they really fixed it up
Somewhere in the kitchen there's a line on the wall
My name next to it, seven years tall
Younger than I should've been
To be older than I should've been
Right down the hall
There's still a kid hearing mama cry out
If them walls could talk
They'd beg you to burn every board to the ground
Ain't that a pretty little prison
Might look like heaven to anyone else
Looks kinda different with a fresh coat of paint
Sitting right where it was
Damn they really fixed it up
Somewhere in the kitchen there's a line on the wall
My name next to it, seven years tall
Younger than I should've been
To be older than I should've been
Right down the hall
There's still a kid hearing mama cry out
If them walls could talk
They'd beg you to burn every board to the ground
Ain't that a pretty little prison
Might look like heaven to anyone else
You wanna know where I come from
That home sweet
That home sweet hell
Daddy kept the bottle up on that shelf
Next to the bible I read to myself
The devil had a heavy hand
But the red letter's saved me from a black label man
Right down the hall
There's still a kid hearing mama cry out
If them walls could talk
They'd beg you to burn every board to the ground
Ain't that a pretty little prison
Might look like heaven to anyone else
You wanna know where I come from
That home sweet
That home sweet
That home sweet hell
Daddy kept the bottle up on that shelf
Next to the bible I read to myself
The devil had a heavy hand
But the red letter's saved me from a black label man
Right down the hall
There's still a kid hearing mama cry out
If them walls could talk
They'd beg you to burn every board to the ground
Ain't that a pretty little prison
Might look like heaven to anyone else
You wanna know where I come from
That home sweet
That home sweet hell
Every anxiety, every crash out
The way that I tuck it away
And shut down
The me that I hate, yeah he came from that house
That home sweet
Home sweet
Right down the hall
There's still a kid hearing mama cry out
If them walls could talk
They'd beg you to burn every board to the ground
Ain't that a pretty little prison
Might look like heaven to anyone else
You wanna know where I come from
That home sweet
That home sweet hell
Every anxiety, every crash out
The way that I tuck it away
And shut down
The me that I hate, yeah he came from that house
That home sweet
Home sweet
Right down the hall
There's still a kid hearing mama cry out
If them walls could talk
They'd beg you to burn every board to the ground
Ain't that a pretty little prison
Might look like heaven to anyone else
You wanna know where I come from
That home sweet
That home sweet hell
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