Moved in and cut the cables
TV and other lines
To the consternation of my neighbours
What's he gonna do inside
Started in that little back room
Took the floor up tile by tile
Stripped and painted every floorboard
Gave the old girl back some style
And she has all her marks
Every summer day she bakes in the sun
And every little scar
Seasons turn, she holds her own
Found a dozen layers of paper
Somehow survived the flames
Little handprints through the ages
Overlaid around the frames
And she has all her marks...
Blood red, the flowers she left
On damask walls for someone
Made rough, covered up
Never touched again in all this time
And she has all her marks
Some little girl all grown up now
You can still see where the fire left its mark
She and I were more like refugees

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