| Stone house with the warmth going 'round
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| But your life felt a little bit hotter
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| Safe ground, it’s never what you needed
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| To feel proud, your everything depleted
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| Stone house with the warmth going 'round
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| But your life felt a little bit hotter
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| Safe ground, it’s never what you needed
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| To feel proud, your everything depleted
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| You play the chameleon
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| That has a disguise, one to fake for demise
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| I see your arms spread warm in a shadow over my head
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| You place all the things you’ve done
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| Then my mouth fills over, let the words get their sound
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| I see the place you’re from in a lock from the remedies
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| Stone house with the warmth going 'round
|
| But your life felt a little bit hotter
|
| Safe ground, it’s never what you needed
|
| To feel proud, your everything depleted
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| Stone house with the warmth going 'round
|
| But your life felt a little bit hotter
|
| Safe ground, it’s never what you needed
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| To feel proud, your everything depleted
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| You touch the invisible
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| Stacked on your shoulders, never turn it around
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| I see your arms spread warm in a shadow over my head
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| Now I’ve gotten older, and told how to hold her
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| But I can cool down
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| I see the place you’re from in a lock from the remedies
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| Stone house with the warmth going 'round
|
| But your life felt a little bit hotter
|
| Safe ground, it’s never what you needed
|
| To feel proud, your everything depleted
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| Stone house with the warmth going 'round
|
| But your life felt a little bit hotter
|
| Safe ground, it’s never what you needed
|
| To feel proud, your everything depleted |