| Our house burnt down in this bonfire
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| 'Cause a house is not a home when you’re alone
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| You can laugh and cry now, it’s all you want
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| But we’ll see who’s standing, in the end
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| Your cold hand met my shoulder
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| 'Cause ignorance is not the one when you’re alone
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| Well you can laugh and cry now, it’s all you want
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| But we’ll see who’s standing, in the end
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| Whoa, whoa-oh, whoa, in the end
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| Whoa, whoa-oh, whoa, in the end
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| Your house burnt down in this bonfire
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| 'Cause a house is not a home when you’re alone
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| You can laugh and cry now, it’s all you want
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| But we’ll see who’s standing, in the end
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| Whoa, whoa-oh, whoa, in the end
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| Whoa, whoa-oh, whoa, in the end
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| Whoa, whoa-oh, whoa
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| Whoa, whoa-oh, whoa
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| Your house burnt down in this bonfire
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| 'Cause a house is not a home when you’re alone
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| Well, you can laugh and cry now, it’s all you want
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| But we’ll see who’s standing, in the end |