| In this house that we’ve built
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| A cage by design
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| To keep all our things
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| The things that we hide
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| Now the attic is filled with lustrous prose
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| And the downstairs there are children
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| Breaking the windows
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| In this house that we built
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| Now you tamed all the horses
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| And you’ve made us official
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| Now nothing is wild and no one is special
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| Untie them all
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| (From this house we built)
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| In this house that we built
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| A gate by admission
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| Made of rafters of bone
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| And the walls are ambition
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| Where the young can grow lonely
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| To the sound of our voice
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| And the fields have become stony
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| And the deserts rejoice
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| Around this house that we built
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| Now you tamed all the horses
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| And you’ve made us official
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| Now nothing is wild and no one is special
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| Unite them all
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| (From this house we built)
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| Now you tamed all the horses
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| And you’ve made us official
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| Now nothing is wild and no one is special |