| His father smiled
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| And the sparkle in his eye
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| In the house not home behind closed doors
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| They hide their fakes between the floors
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| In the house not home under the bed
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| Stories are told and lies are spread
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| The house not the home is full of love
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| It’s the hate which seeps in from above
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| I’m going to torch it
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| Torch it down
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| I’m going to torch it
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| With you on the top
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| In the house not home they gild their flaws
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| Preen their feathers and sheath their claws
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| In the house not home eyes are closed
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| Blood runs hot whilst hell hath froze
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| In the house not home me-me prayers
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| The wailing wall of cheap despair
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| In the house not home, the long house turns
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| Shit to gold, the tall house burns
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| In the house not home dreams are trained
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| Innocence, hope, lost mysteries explained
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| I’m going to torch it
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| I’m going to torch it
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| I’m going to torch it
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| With you on the top
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| I’m going to torch it
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| I’m going to torch it
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| I’m going to torch it
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| With you on the top
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| Goodbye
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| In the house not home
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| There are four blanks
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| Your ignorance was unusable
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| Your thoughtlessness was not
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| I’m going to torch it
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| I’m going to torch it
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| I’m going to torch it
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| With you on the top
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| I’m going to torch it
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| I’m going to torch it
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| I’m going to torch it
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| I’m going to torch it
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| With you on the top
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| La la la, me-me prayers
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| La la la, wailing wail
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| La la la, cheap despair
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| Me, me, me
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| Well, it’s the hate
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| It leaks in from above
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| It’s the hate
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| It’s full of love
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| I’m going to torch it
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| I’m going to torch it
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| I’m going to torch it
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| With you on the top
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| I’m going to torch it
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| I’m going to torch it
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| I’m going to torch it
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| With you on the top
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| You on the top
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| You on the top
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| Me-me prayers
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| All me-me prayers
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| All me-me prayers
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| All me-me prayers
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| All me-me prayers
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| All me-me prayers
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| All me-me prayers
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| A wailing wail of despair
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| I’m going to torch it
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| With you on the top
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| She tends to glow
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| We sing our cheap despair as our secrets are sold
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| The spirit’s broken, I’m gonna torch you down
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| The spirit is not broken, I’m gonna raise it up from the ground
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| Innocence, hope of lost mysteries explained
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| The innocence and hope I lost, I’m going to torch it
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| I’m going to torch it
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| I’m going to torch it
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| I’m going to torch it
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| With you on top |