| Stand by yourself in the still of the night
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| When people are quietly sleeping
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| Then up at the window a lady in white
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| And the wind brings the sound of her weeping
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| Used to belong to a suicide queen
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| Who knew that she wouldn’t make it
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| Everyone laughed as they called her a fool
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| Till finally she couldn’t take it
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| So she ended it all
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| In the House on the Hill
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| The people who lived near they won’t say a word
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| They look in the other direction
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| They say it’s a tale which they don’t believe
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| Then they pray to the Lord for protection
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| And there’s no-one will talk
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| Of the House on the Hill
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| The House on the Hill won’t hurt you at all
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| As long as you stay outside
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| And always remember the voice in the wall
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| A house where there’s nowhere to hide
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| The House on the Hill won’t hurt you at all
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| As long as you stay outside
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| And always remember the voice in the wall
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| A house where there’s nowhere to hide
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| A voice calls you back to the House on the Hill
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| Start thinking about what you’re leaving
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| So much going on that your feeling confused
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| And you don’t know just what to believe in
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| It keeps calling you back
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| To the House on the Hill
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| It keeps calling you back
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| To the House on the Hill |