| There’s a house on the hill
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| We used to dream of
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| But no one lives there anymore
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| They were taken by the dream of a better life
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| On the 50th floor
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| Do you remember how we spoke
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| And all those things we said we’d do
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| Well it’s all changed now
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| Like the photos of the house that we dreamed of
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| All the colours faded out
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| I won’t bow before you now
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| You’re not a saint
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| I won’t bow before you now
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| All the stories that you tell
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| Of your riches and your wealth
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| They don’t make you a better man
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| Did you ever count the cost
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| Of the ones that you’ve lost
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| Making sense of what you’ll never understand
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| I won’t bow before you now
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| You’re not a saint
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| I won’t bow before you now
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| We believed all the words that they sold us
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| From the banker to the priest
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| Just one taste is all it takes to start that downward spiral
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| Now Jeckyl’s hiding from the beast
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| I won’t bow before you now
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| We’re not the same
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| I won’t bow before you now
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| All the stories that you tell
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| Of your riches and your wealth
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| They don’t make you a better man
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| Did you ever count the cost
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| Of the ones that you’ve lost
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| Making sense of what you’ll never understand
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| I won’t bow before you now
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| We’re not the same
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| I won’t bow before you now
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| I will fight to the death
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| For the pride that I’ve left
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| I won’t be a slave to your lies
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| And now time has stood still
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| For that house on the hill
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| And I’ve washed my hands of the devil that’s inside
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| I won’t bow before you now
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| You’re not a saint
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| I won’t bow before you now
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| We’re not the same
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| I won’t bow before you now
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| You’re not a saint
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| I won’t bow before you now |