In the house that I grew
Made of brick, made of mortar
I would carve on the walls
Always spell my name backwards
I'd get lost, I'd get found
In the yard with the neighbours
We were young, we had time
Thought we'd stay that way forever
In the house that I grew
Made of brick, made of mortar
There's a car in the front
It belongs to a stranger
And the treehouse my dad built
Only stands in photo albums
And the kids I once knew
Are driving drunk and leaving windshields
In the house that I grew
Made of brick, made of mortar
I would carve on the walls
Always spell my name backwards
I'd get lost, I'd get found
In the yard with the neighbours
We were young, we had time
Thought we'd stay that way forever
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In the house that I grew
Made of brick, made of mortar
I would carve on the walls
Always spell my name backwards
I'd get lost, I'd get found
In the yard with the neighbours
We were young, we had time
Thought we'd stay that way forever
In the house that I grew
Made of brick, made of mortar
There's a car in the front
It belongs to a stranger
And the treehouse my dad built
Only stands in photo albums
And the kids I once knew
Are driving drunk and leaving windshields
In the house that I grew
Made of brick, made of mortar
I would carve on the walls
Always spell my name backwards
I'd get lost, I'd get found
In the yard with the neighbours
We were young, we had time
Thought we'd stay that way forever
Made of brick, made of mortar
I would carve on the walls
Always spell my name backwards
I'd get lost, I'd get found
In the yard with the neighbours
We were young, we had time
Thought we'd stay that way forever
In the house that I grew
Made of brick, made of mortar
There's a car in the front
It belongs to a stranger
And the treehouse my dad built
Only stands in photo albums
And the kids I once knew
Are driving drunk and leaving windshields
In the house that I grew
Made of brick, made of mortar
I would carve on the walls
Always spell my name backwards
I'd get lost, I'd get found
In the yard with the neighbours
We were young, we had time
Thought we'd stay that way forever
Writer: Trevor de Verteuil
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