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She built her house on the sand |
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and oh she paid her bills |
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until one day, her man, he died |
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and a fractured clan moved in |
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build stairs upon stairs and rooms upon rooms |
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and doors that go nowhere |
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build stairs upon stairs and rooms upon rooms |
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and doors that go nowhere |
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singing you're not going anywhere |
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and your not going anywhere |
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and you're not going anywhere without us |
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singing you're not going anywhere |
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and your not going anywhere |
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and you're not going anywhere without us |
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She moved one ten tons of bricks |
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from one side of this room to the other |
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tremors buck the land and wind whips the endless flags |
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singing we are men of the C |
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grew blue blood off the trade |
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until one day each of us fell and fall we did |
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our hearts grew black with silk and masks from the dutch tea C |
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Singing there is imbalance here |
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and there is imbalance here |
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and oh we've lost our trade |
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she moved one ten tons of bricks |
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from one side of her life into another |
