| My house is hard to find, but I’ll give you directions
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| You can visit sometime, down where all that I built surrounds me
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| Just make sure your car’s got good shocks
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| There’s steep hills, there’s potholes, there’s rocks
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| I work in the garden, my son plays around me
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| Close the gate behind you, there’s a horse that can’t get out
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| I will see you first, is that all right
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| And can you remember, can you remember
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| This is not the house that pain built
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| This is not the house that pain built
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| I was drowning in something, I jumped in the rift
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| And you knew me back then, when I spat on my gift, but no
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| It’s tough and it’s tiring when you go it alone
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| I learned about wiring, I learned about stone
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| The building is done but the work’s never through
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| And I won’t give up, no how, it reminds me of who I am and where I am now
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| I remember myself, that’s the work that I do
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| On a spring night when the snow is melting
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| You’ll see two sets of footprints walking
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| Look at all the stars, and turn around, and walk home
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| Slowly walk home
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| This is not the house that pain built
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| That is not a house that pain ubilt
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| My friends all think that I holed up and hid
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| But I tell them I didn’t, you know I don’t think I did, no
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| And this is where I let my pain go
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| This is where I let my pain go
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| This is where the footprints dance in the snow |