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There may be some things about me |
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Things you don't want to hear |
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For the rumours that precede me |
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May be very true i fear |
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They tell you i will deceive you |
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I don't know how to care |
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Though my intentions might be good |
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There's another darker look beware |
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When you walk through the door |
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Hang on to your senses |
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At best you must assume |
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It's a house of many rooms |
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Some rooms are filled with pleasure |
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Laughter and love and light |
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All the things you never see |
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I keep under lock and key at night |
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When you walk through the door |
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Hang on to your senses |
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At best you must assume |
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It's a house of many rooms |
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If you love me in the light |
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Love me in the shadow |
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I'm afraid you must assume |
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It's a house of many rooms |
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A house of many rooms |
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It's a house that's so unstable |
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There are those who recommend |
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If they'd the strength and they were able |
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It ought to be condemned |
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I don't agree but i will warn you |
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At best you must assume |
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I live in a house of many rooms |
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Here i'm in the library |
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Trying to understand |
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What empowers this behaviour |
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Degenerates the man |
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The same apartment later |
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With the bottle half consumed |
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I see a house of many rooms |
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In the parlour i'm your father |
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Who could ask for more |
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The bedroom compromise me |
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With your best friend from next door |
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In the kitchen being honest |
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The lounge a lying tongue |
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Locked in the bathroom |
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Pretending to be young |
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The chapel finds me kneeling |
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Praying for my soul |
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The painting in the attic |
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Can't prevent me growing old |
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Help me live forever |
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Silent as a tomb |
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I live in a house of many rooms |
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Join me at the dining table |
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Join me at the feast |
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Join me in the stable |
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I'm laying with the beast |
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You're walking in the garden |
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Oblivious who'd know? |
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I'm in the cellar ready to explode |
