The House That Jack Built

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I carried a bag of rock and stone full of memory
Of our family
Aboard a plane to Tulsa
Five years of waiting for his life to end suddenly
Tearing its way through me
All of the way to Tulsa
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Its not enough
Its not enough
Its not enough
Its not enough
To know you through them
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I walked through the door of living room that I do not know
To a couch where he slept alone
In the bone yard of the house that jack built
My brothers were sorting through his fine shoes and fine cologne
Pictures of our childhood home
The glory of the house that jack built
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Its not enough
Its not enough
Its not enough
Its not enough
To know you through them
.
Purple hearts and racing cars
and the words for her you wrote
Your deal was raw but you loved us all
and we know it note for note
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Now they tell us of your life until the end
Your sister and your best friend
The stories are a revelation
All of a brother and a sailor and an honourable man
A boy driving as fast as he can
To this man I have no relation
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Its not enough
Its not enough
Its not enough
Its not enough
To know you through them
.
Purple hearts and racing cars
and the words for her you wrote
Your deal was raw but you loved us all
and we know it note for note
Purple hearts and racing cars
and the words for her you wrote
Your deal was raw but you loved us Pa
and we know it note for note
.