| There is a house by the sea
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| With jealous sisters, they’re waiting for me And one is laid on the floor
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| And one is changing the locks on the doors
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| I’ve been buying their time on my knees
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| And I’ve been selling their blankets to bk--
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| Around the house by the sea
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| The scent of roses and raspberry leaves
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| And there are smoke in my clothes
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| Too much time with just smoke in my nose
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| But I’ve been making the meaning they lack
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| And I’ve been burning that book they come back to There is a house by the sea
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| And an ocean between it and me And like the shape of a wave
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| The jealous sisters will sing on my grave
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| I’ve been learning to run where they live
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| And I’ve been dying to rise from their bed
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| And I’ve been sparing my neck from their chains
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| They’ve been chained in the sound of my name
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| And I’ve been swimming to them in my sleep
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| And I’ve been dreaming our love and our freedom |