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There's a house somewhere you'll never see with your picture hanging up inside follow the farce where ever it takes you see if it gets you to that house so picked through and panicked you spent hours counting blessings there's a hope in revenue and the hope is high what enamored you puts you to sleep it's enough to keep you satisfied it haunts you endless you you sack what some throw in piles a hole for every voice to hide fake the mantle fake the house fake the family there's a hope in revenue and the hope is high scams with hands that don't need you anymore we don't need you any more tonight at home the press gets hold of freshman thoughts you give your life away now tell me that you lost your way goals, those precious goals, those stupid goals you give your life away tell me that you lost your way tell me that your holes are safe tell me why you riot your holes were safe and silent i hoped that could quiet down From Letras Mania