| Millions of us standing atop
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| Millions of snow-covered mountains
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| Planting our flags, thrusting them in
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| Waving our arms to be counted
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| But who is the woman alone in the kitchen
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| Frozen in front of an easel
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| She looks like a portrait of somebody’s grandmother
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| Still frame image retrieval
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| Standing there still, house on a hill
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| After so many transmissions
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| Telephone wires tangle the roof
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| The origin story is missing
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| The origin story is missing
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| She hasn’t gone out in twenty-five years
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| Caged under plaster and ivy
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| Her eyes fix on something out on the horizon
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| A mountain of leaves gathered drying
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| To burn to burn, to burn
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| Look at this view, look all around
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| Tied to the deck that our dad made
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| There’s no room to move and we’re so proud
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| Yes, they made 'em like that in the old days
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| They made 'em like that in the old days
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| Retracing patterns with new coats of paint
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| Fenced in by albums and journals
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| And they’re pulling her back, they keep drawing her in
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| Into the house of eternal
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| Return, return, return
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| House of eternal return
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| House of eternal return
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| House of eternal return
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| House of eternal return, return, return
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| Retracing patterns, the path to the door
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| She thinks of the hands of her father
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| Laying down floor joists, framing up walls
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| One board after the other
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| One board after the other
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| There’s nowhere to rest in this cumbersome cavity
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| Crushed under mortalness, sadness and gravity
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| Peeling off layers of skin, cracked and blistering
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| Scattering seeds, making scratches on history
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| Head, shoulders, knees and toes, only the prophet knows
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| Why we were planned obsolescent with vertigo
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| Ridden like animals, flailing our tentacles
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| Searching for shelter in derelict ventricles
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| She crosses the threshold, runs up the stairs
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| Races through bedrooms and hallways
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| She stops at the canvas, a faithful depiction
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| The house she’s been entering always
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| The house she’s been entering always
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| Circling round, heavenward bound
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| This flesh isn’t right, the fit is too tight
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| This can’t be our permanent housing
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| This can’t be our permanent housing
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| This can’t be our permanent housing
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| House of eternal return (house of eternal return)
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| House of eternal return (house of eternal return)
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| House of eternal return (house of eternal return)
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| House of eternal return (house of eternal return)
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| House of eternal return (house of eternal return)
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| House of eternal return (house of eternal return)
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| House of eternal return (house of eternal return)
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| House of eternal return (house of eternal return)
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| House of eternal return (house of eternal return)
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| House of eternal return (house of eternal return)
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| House of eternal return
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| House of eternal return
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| Return, return, return, return
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| Return, return, return |