At the end of my block
Boarded up and locked
Your house is empty
Roses that once grew outside
Have all shriveled up and died
Your house is empty
We would meet there everyday
Until you moved away
Now this house is empty
Those days now long dead and gone
My white helped kill the lawn
Now this house is empty
Writer(s): Alexander Greenwald
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