| I built this house out of cedar wood
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| And I laid the beams by hand
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| One for every false heart I had known
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| One for the true heart I planned
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| Laid the windows tight against the wind
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| So in the winter we’d be warm
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| I built a bedroom out of solid oak
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| Safety from the storm
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| This house is burning
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| This house is on fire
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| When you whisper to the walls
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| It’s another’s name you call
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| Even your tongue’s become a liar
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| This house is on fire
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| Stole the heart of a cherry wood
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| And I built a door to last
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| It was thick enough to keep all thieves away
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| When the long nights came to pass
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| Then one day there was a hint of spring
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| And there were roses in the air
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| We opened wide enough to let you in
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| I was glad to share
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| This house is burning
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| This house is on fire
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| When you whisper to the walls
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| It’s another’s name you call
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| Even your satin sheets are liars
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| This house is on fire
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| I said — I’ve built a good foundation
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| Built on faith and hope
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| But the fireplace is strong
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| Put it out when you are gone
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| Or the whole damned thing will go up in smoke
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| This house is burning
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| This house is on fire
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| When you whisper to the walls
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| It’s another’s name you call
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| Even your body is a liar
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| This house is on fire |