| Sixteen years old, only just found out today.
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| Nowhere to go but she’s leaving anyway.
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| The taxi waits outside as she turns the key.
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| Leaves a note behind that he’ll never read.
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| And as the rain pours down, the meter starts to read.
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| She looks back one last time in tears from the back seat.
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| House on the hill, fortress on solid ground.
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| Is now shuttered and still, a ghost of its former self.
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| Kneel at the altar, this pantheon covered in dust.
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| Sing Hallelujah…
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| Eighteen years old, enlisted and boarding a plane.
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| He bought what they sold, just like a moth to the flame.
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| He’s scared and all alone, in a distant place.
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| Don’t wanna let it show, but the fear’s on his face.
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| Got a girl back home, that he’ll see next May.
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| What he doesn’t know is, there’s one on the way.
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| House on the hill, fortress on solid ground.
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| Is now shuttered and still, a ghost of its former self.
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| Kneel at the altar, this pantheon covered in dust.
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| Sing Hallelujah…
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| And so she waits and breaks inside her shell.
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| He wrote a note, that got delivered to her old address.
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| She’s not coming back.
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| He’s not coming back.
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| House on the hill, fortress on solid ground.
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| Standing here still, make this a solemn vow.
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| Here at the altar, this pantheon resurrected.
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| Sing Hallelujah… |