| we take the tentstake to the house of rushammon
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| slaying the goats down until the blood is gone
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| sailing arch noah to the house of the men son
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| looking from outside in the world in which we are thrown
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| sitting with jesus in the house of rushammon
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| a pain in the wall of your coloured sky
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| we turned down the flesh, the cruzifix of fate
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| to set a new flame, to start once again
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| and it your’re watching how the fans are in the sky
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| no, there's no distance, eat me through the lie
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| i write my name up in the sky with the fire
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| you could be and can see everything, everything you disire
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| and sooner or later there will be a time for you
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| yeah, to discover a secret place in you
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| your peace of mind will be buried like a treasure
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| born to die and find that we all live a nex mind
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| and if so, i find my own desert
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| and if so, i make my move alone
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| and if so, the world’s just a room filled with mirrors
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| if i don’t find you, i find myself so here i come |