Capo I 
 
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My house is no mansion 
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But it still holds my treasures 
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Things that will never be sold 
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There's a few things in this world 
     F 
That just can't be measured 
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By money, by silver and gold 
 
F 
My house is filled with the things that I love 
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From her smile in the mornin' 
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To her soft goodnight hugs 
C 
Her whisper, her laughter 
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Everything that she does 
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My house is filled with the things that I love 
 
 
This old bed that we sleep on 
Don't have satin covers 
But it holds some great memories 
No decorations can make better lovers 
In her arms I feel like a king 
 
My house is filled with the things that I love 
From her smile in the mornin' 
To her soft goodnight hugs 
Her whisper, her laughter 
Everything that she does 
My house is filled with the things that l love 
Yes, my house is filled with the things that I love