| There’s a house in my head
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| Under permanent construction
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| I’m the lone architect of an imaginary house
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| There’s a room for the dark things, the panic and the fuss
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| An attic for the past things that hang over us
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| There’s a room for the elephants, a den for the ghosts
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| A parlor for when we pretend to be hosts
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| And a light I leave on every night in the blue
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| 'Cause I’ll always save a room for you
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| Yeah, I’ll always save a room for you
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| There’s a house in my head
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| Under permanent construction
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| I’m the sole carpenter of an imaginary house
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| I’m building the place with sails, wheels and wings
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| Portable roots and detachable strings
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| Get back here and we’ll live like moveable kings
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| Ancient and new
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| See the light I’ll leave on every night 'til you do
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| 'Cause I’ll always save a room for you
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| There will always be a room for you
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| So come home
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| Come home
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| We are home |