The day our house collapsed
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I went down stream.
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I followed the swans
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Like i follow my dreams.
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oh! i was living on borrowed time in a
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borrowed house for a borrowed crime.
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in need of help i came to your door.
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saw the spike of the railings from
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the 28/3rd floor.
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singing
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"build your castle, stop collecting stones
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and the river bed shall not be your home"
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To the lighthouse my friend!
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I bless your words and education
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To the lighthouse my friend.
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just go! just go!
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To the lighthouse my friend.
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I am sorry that you came to find
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"great great minds
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against themselves conspire"
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now the bombs drop around our feet,
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do we throw them back
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or bow and greet them.
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everyone now, is so terrified
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of the glowing dark
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and those orange skies.
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sing it:
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'build your castle, stop throwing stones
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cos' those fire birds are
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coming down on our homes"
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To the lighthouse my friends
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it cannot even be a question
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To the lighthouse my friends
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we must go, we must go
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To The Lighthouse
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Patrick Wolf |