| There’s a house on a hill in my backyard
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| It’s been burning there for days
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| I never called for help… I should’ve called for help…
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| Go on, ask me what I would have changed
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| If I could rearrange the past and reconcile the pain
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| I’d never say the things I said, time and time again
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| But it’s all concrete beneath our feet
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| Our footprints sank in way too deep
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| And I’m here, and you’re there
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| We’re never in the same place anywhere
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| You’re looking for a boy who’s long since disappeared
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| There’s a house on a hill in my backyard
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| It’s been burning there for days
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| I never called for help, I can’t find the words to say
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| That it’s me inside
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| And now I’m desperate just to hear you
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| To feel the heartbeat of this house
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| To tell you that I’m sorry, and not to miss me when I’m gone
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| I’ve never felt so homesick for the road
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| We’d drive all night and sing until our throats were sore
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| When we got bored and decided that we’d fight it out
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| Scream and shout, our hearts shut down
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| I never meant to tear those pages out
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| The story of a house
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| There’s a house on a hill in my backyard
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| It’s been burning there for days
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| I never called for help, I can’t find the words to say
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| That it’s me inside
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| And now I’m desperate just to hear you
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| To feel the heartbeat of this house
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| To tell you that I’m sorry, and not to miss me when I’m gone
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| I’ve got my cardboard box and tether rope
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| I’ll carve my name in the ceiling before I choke
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| I’ve got my cardboard box and tether rope
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| I’ll carve my name in the ceiling before I choke
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| There’s a house on a hill in my backyard
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| It’s been burning there for days
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| I never called for help, I can’t find the words to say
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| That it’s me inside
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| And now I’m desperate just to hear you
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| To feel the heartbeat of this house
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| To tell you that I’m sorry
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| And not to miss me when I’m gone
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| No, not to miss me when I’m gone |