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That house broke my back That house I built skinned my knuckles That house I built picked my pockets And buckled every joint It pointed from youth and any truth I knew Towards a painted sundial breaking the horizon It isn't mine, that house, that house I built I realised Turn my eyes to barnacles beneath eleven hearts of daily shame I cannot speak it's name but I would walk in to it's mouth and I would breakfast in the belly of the whale I cannot speak it's name but I would walk in to it's mouth and I would breakfast in the belly of the whale I cannot speak it's name but I would walk in to it's mouth and I would breakfast in the belly of the whale I cannot speak it's name but I would walk in to it's mouth and I would breakfast in the belly of the whale That house I built skinned my knuckles That house I built picked my pockets And buckled every joint It pointed from youth and any truth I knew Towards a painted sundial breaking the horizon It isn't mine, that house, that house I built I realised Turn my eyes to barnacles beneath eleven hearts of daily shame I cannot speak it's name but I would walk in to it's mouth and I would breakfast in the belly of the whale I cannot speak it's name but I would walk in to it's mouth and I would breakfast in the belly of the whale I cannot speak it's name but I would walk in to it's mouth and I would breakfast in the belly of the whale I cannot speak it's name but I would walk in to it's mouth and I would breakfast in the belly of the whale From Letras Mania