In this house nothing keeps you warm
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In this house writings on the wall
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Felt like this before
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In this house vinegar and pain
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In this house loneliness again
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Nights without an end
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Weeping trees, scolded knees, you'll never see a place to hide
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A bed of bones and bruising stones, so alone inside the fear
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In this house nothing keeps you warm
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In this house writings on the wall
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Felt like this before
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This House
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Graham Coxon |