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It doesn't matter how you hold it or choose to show it or how you know it that Old Familiar has a way of saying what you cannot say of pushing you through every day and being the rock in the path that won't wash away no matter how hard it rains that Old Familiar leaves it's stains It's aches and pains And far-reaching scars that threaten sane And sunny days that still have those Dark clouds tucked away Just in the case You should forget your place On a better day That Old Familiar Plants its roots In the soles of boots that cannot step away
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Jul 6, 2017
Jul 6, 2017 at 12:47 AM UTC
The Old Familiar
It doesn't matter how you hold it or choose to show it or how you know it that Old Familiar has a way of saying what you cannot say of pushing you through every day and being the rock in the path that won't wash away no matter how hard it rains that Old Familiar leaves it's stains It's aches and pains And far-reaching scars that threaten sane And sunny days that still have those Dark clouds tucked away Just in the case You should forget your place On a better day That Old Familiar Plants its roots In the soles of boots that cannot step away
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Jul 6, 2017
Jul 6, 2017 at 12:47 AM UTC
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