The house that once stood
Has now fallen to the ground
The bricks gather moss
And the soul gathers more

They tried to bulid it up again
For the rich or the poor
The whole town came
And oh how they cried
Into the mortor

Such a tragic sight
As the children cut their hands
So here comes the rain
Here comes heaven

But I still live here
Under the white light
See I've found my home
Of broken dreams
 
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