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A house is made of mortar and wood |
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Yet sinks in the mud to decay |
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A house becomes a ghost in the heart |
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Of those who have gone far away |
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A town is born of silver and stone |
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And beaten to sand by the tide |
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A town becomes a mark on the soul |
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Of those who will cross that divide |
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Come unto me, we'll lie in the grass |
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We won't be ashamed, summer will pass |
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Felling a tree to hide from the wild |
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Weaving the reeds to cover our child |
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Save me, the ghost in my heart |
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Save me, the mark on my soul |
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Save me, the end of the summer |
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Save me, I'm not feeling whole |
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A clan is made of marriage and blood |
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The journey is our only prize |
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And if a clan is rent into two |
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You still have her lips and his eyes |
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Save me, the ghost in my heart |
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Save me, the mark on my soul |
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Save me, the end of the summer |
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Save me, I'm not feeling whole |
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This place is made of water and rock |
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Yet burns in the pyre of the stars |
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My love for you is stronger than that |
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I'll find you wherever you are |
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A house is made of wood |
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The town is born of stone |
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A clan is made of blood |
