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Ian Illig - Old Home Lyrics



Ian Illig - Old Home Lyrics




This is honesty
I'm afraid of who I might really be
You're a mystery
I'm a blind man walking this balance beam

Am I getting through
Talking to walls here in the afternoon
Am I getting through
Am I just a stranger who rented a room

Who rented a room
Am I just a stranger who rented a room

Yours is the earth, yours is the grain
The voice in the wind, the stroke on the page
I'm paralyzed in this wretched old home
Making up words that I reckon you wrote

Yours is the earth, yours is the grain
The voice in the wind, the stroke on the page
I'm paralyzed in this wretched old home
Making up words that I reckon you wrote
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This is honesty
I'm afraid of who I might really be
You're a mystery
I'm a blind man walking this balance beam

Am I getting through
Talking to walls here in the afternoon
Am I getting through
Am I just a stranger who rented a room

Who rented a room
Am I just a stranger who rented a room

Yours is the earth, yours is the grain
The voice in the wind, the stroke on the page
I'm paralyzed in this wretched old home
Making up words that I reckon you wrote

Yours is the earth, yours is the grain
The voice in the wind, the stroke on the page
I'm paralyzed in this wretched old home
Making up words that I reckon you wrote
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Writer: Ian Illig
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