| This is the house she lived
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| It was the house she was born in
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| That was the bed she slept in
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| And this is all we are left with
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| And this is her mother
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| She goes round and round
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| And thinking about it
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| And how it all went down
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| This is the house she lived
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| It was the house she was born in
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| That was the bed she slept in
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| And this is all we are left with
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| And this is my heart
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| It’s wounded even now
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| She ripped it apart
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| And fed it to the beast under the stairs
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| This is the house she lived
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| That was the house she was born in
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| And that was the bed she slept in
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| And this is all we are left with
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| I’d pull my weight if it made any difference
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| He gave his life for the nine million others
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| And on his grave’s written «Here Lies Joseph»
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| «His Countries Gun And Innocent Soldier»
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| Fight your way out of this one
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| Fight your way out of this one
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| Fight your way out of this one
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| Fight your way out of this one
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| He grew a blood red vision for all their good intentions
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| He made an easy million from a foreign investment
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| He danced with the Devils in beautiful buildings
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| Affirmative action for a useful reunion
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| He’d change his name if it made any difference
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| Now he’s waiting in line for the lasting confession
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| On his grave’s written «Here Lies Our Son Joseph»
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| «His Countries Gun And Innocent Soldier»
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| Well, fight your way out of this one
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| Fight your way out of this one
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| Fight your way out of this one
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| Fight your way out of this one |