| There may be some things about me
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| Things you don’t want to hear
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| For the rumors that precede me
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| May be very true I fear
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| They tell you I will deceive you
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| I don’t know how to care
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| Though my intentions might be good
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| There’s another darker look beware
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| When you walk through the door
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| Hang on to your senses
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| At best you must assume
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| It’s a house of many rooms
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| Some rooms are filled with pleasure
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| Laughter and love and light
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| All the things you never see
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| I keep under lock and key at night
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| When you walk through the door
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| Hang on to your senses
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| At best you must assume
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| It’s a house of many rooms
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| If you love me in the light
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| Love me in the shadow
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| I’m afraid you must assume
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| It’s a house of many rooms
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| Oh, a house of many rooms
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| It’s a house that’s so unstable
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| There are those who recommend
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| If they’d the strength and they were able
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| It ought to be condemned
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| I don’t agree but I will warn you
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| At best you must assume
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| I live in a house of many rooms
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| Here I’m in the library
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| Trying to understand
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| What empowers this behavior
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| Degenerates the man
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| The same apartment later
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| With the bottle half consumed
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| I see a house of many rooms
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| In the parlor I’m your father
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| Who could ask for more
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| The bedroom compromise me
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| With your best friend from next door
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| In the kitchen being honest
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| The lounge, a lying tongue
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| (I live in a house of many rooms)
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| Locked in the bathroom
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| Pretending to be young
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| Oh, the chapel finds me kneeling
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| Praying for my soul
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| The painting in the attic
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| Can’t prevent me growing old
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| Help me live forever, silent as a tomb
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| I live in a house of many rooms
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| Join me at the dining table
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| Join me at the feast
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| Join me in the stable
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| I’m laying with the beast
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| You’re walking in the garden
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| Oblivious who’d know?
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| (I live in a house of many rooms)
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| I’m in the cellar ready to explode
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| (I live in a house of many rooms) |