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In a country house with the windows lit by burning wicks
In a rural dwelling illuminated by burning candle wicks
And the walls held up by wood and bricks and ghosts that wander through
The structure supported by wood and bricks, inhabited by wandering ghosts
An old man died, but the help won't come till Monday next
An elderly man has passed away, but assistance won't arrive until the following Monday
And he's gone to meet the architects of the only world he knew
He has departed to meet the creators of the only world he knew
And he's lonesome
He is lonely
And the family mourned, at the wake he lay in front of them
The family mourns, and at the funeral, he lies silently before them
Just as silent as he'd ever been to any young child's eyes
As silent as he was in the eyes of any young child
And by buried skin, they shed their laughter and their tears
Laughter and tears are shed by those with buried skin
The pain of all those early years where innocence had died
The pain of early years where innocence died is felt
But now they're lonesome
Now they are lonely
Memorials that we may build
Memorials that we build may not permanently fill the voids
They won't the holes forever fill
The holes won't be filled forever
There is a deep and aching chill
A deep and aching chill settles in our bones
That settles in our bones
'Cause we're lonesome
-Did you ever love somebody?
Have you ever loved somebody?
Did you ever lose someone?
Have you ever lost someone?
'Cause we're lonesome
Because we are lonely
In a country house with the windows all lit up
In a rural dwelling with all windows illuminated
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