| One, two, three, and I’m staring at the rubble
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| Settled dust at the footsteps of our castle
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| Set in stone, the words that went unspoken, yeah
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| Put my hand on my chest, the chain on my neck
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| Is broken
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| These holy walls are laying at our feet
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| I guess they ought to fall eventually
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| Now shatter the glasses, we stay with our lips
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| Set off the matches to burn every brick
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| Please, oh, please, I know that sticks and stones
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| Can’t build a broken home
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| The clock, it ticks and I’m cleaning up the remains
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| Gritted teeth as I’m picking up the photo frames
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| Candles burning and it’s such a shame
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| Just minutes ago I was clear in my though
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| Now everything’s gone up in flames
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| These holy walls are laying at our feet (ooh, no, no)
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| I guess they ought to fall eventually
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| Now shatter the glasses, we stay with our lips
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| Set off the matches to burn every brick
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| Please, oh, please, I know that sticks and stones
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| Can’t build a broken home
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| Brick by brick, it crumbles apart
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| A smokey cloud hands over my heart
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| Crashing down this big brown house
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| Built on broken ground
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| These holy walls are laying at our feet (ooh-ooh-ooh)
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| I guess they ought to fall eventually (yeah, yeah)
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| Now shatter the glasses, we stay with our lips
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| Set off the matches to burn every brick
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| Please, oh, please, I know that sticks and stones
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| Can’t build a broken home |