| Sometimes the conversation is a road to the south
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| Beyond the leaking roof, to the dry mouth
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| Sometimes intrepidation is the roadkill in me
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| Oh, walk on in and solve the mystery
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| Single configuration, I’m out on bended knee
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| Oh, call for help, I’m separating free
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| House in my head has left me for dead
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| This house in my head, I’m going home
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| House in my head has left me for dead
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| House in my head, and I’m going home
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| Sometimes the conversation leads roads out to the south
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| Past leaking roofs and dry, dry mouths
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| So this isolation hole too hard on me
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| It was somebody I knew threw away the key
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| House in my head has left me for dead
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| This house in my head, and I’m going home
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| House in my head has left me for dead
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| House in my head, and I’m going home
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| Sometimes a conversation is a road to the south
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| Past leaking roofs and a drying mouth
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| Footsteps inside this nation follow tracks, comparted train
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| When I felt this funeral march along my brain
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| House in my head has left me for dead
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| This house in my head, I’m going home
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| House in my head, you’ve left me for dead
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| House in my head, and I’m going home
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| Out of the street lights
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| Out of the street lights
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| Out of the street lights |