| I built a house with all of your stones
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| I kept them all, the ones you have thrown
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| Judgements and insults you didn’t want to own
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| I built a house with all of your stones
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| I built a house with all of your stones
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| Through the glass of your palace, you watched as it rained
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| The hail fell the trees and saved me the pain
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| I gathered your scatter when the storms were all gone
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| And I built a house with all of your stones
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| I built a house with all of your stones
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| I kept them all, the ones you have thrown
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| Judgements and insults you didn’t want to own
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| I built a house with all of your stones
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| I built a house with all of your stones
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| I laid the foundation with my peace of mind
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| You helped its creation one piece at a time
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| Now its shadow at sunset blocks the hilltop you were on
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| I built a house with all of your stones
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| I built a house with all of your stones
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| I kept them all, the ones you have thrown
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| Judgements and insults you didn’t want to own
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| I built a house with all of your stones
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| I built a house with all of your stones
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| Now me moving in, is me moving on
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| At the house that I built, with all of your stones
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| I built a house with all of your stones
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| Well, I built a house with all of your stones
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| I built a house with all of your stones |