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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Cason Cooley
Cason Cooley
Piano
Jeremy Lutito
Jeremy Lutito
Drums
Butterfly Boucher
Butterfly Boucher
Bass Guitar
Tyler Burkum
Tyler Burkum
Electric Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Cason Cooley
Cason Cooley
Producer
Katie Herzig
Katie Herzig
Producer
F. Reid Shippen
F. Reid Shippen
Mixing Engineer
Chris Athens
Chris Athens
Mastering Engineer
Ken Rich
Ken Rich
Engineer
Nick Lobel
Nick Lobel
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Sean Moffitt
Sean Moffitt
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

There's a house That's not on a hill And the paint's chipping off of the old window sill There's a tree in the front yard that's older than me Older than me There's a smell that the heat makes that reminds me of Christmas And birthdays in December I remember her I remember her I remember her so well I remember her I remember her I remember her so well Things they fade She would kiss my hand She would kiss my head And she'd fall asleep on me In my tiny bed She'd sing me lullabuys Gave me my hazel eyes And then she'd call me beautiful She made me beautiful I remember her I remember her I remember her so well I remember her I remember her I remember her so well But things they fade Things turn to grey As much as I try to save them They turn to grey Just like the house That's not on a hill With all of the rust on the gate that chips on the sill But I love it still
Writer(s): Ingrid Ellen Michaelson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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