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Built this house out of cedar wood,
And I laid the beams by hand.
One for every false heart I had known,
One for the true heart I planned.
Laid the windows tight against the wind,
So in the winter we'd be warm.
I built a bedroom out of solid oak,
Safety from the storm.
This house is burning.
This home is on fire.
When you whisper to the walls,
It's another's name you call.
Even your tongue's become a liar.
This house is on fire.
Stole the heart of a cherry wood,
And I built a door to last.
It was thick enough to keep all thieves away,
When the long nights came to pass.
Then one day there was a hint of spring,
And there were roses in the air.
We opened wide enough to let you in,
I was glad to share.
This house is burning.
This home is on fire.
When you whisper to the walls,
It's another's name you call.
Even your satin sheets are liars.
And this house is on fire.
I said, I've built a good foundation.
Built on faith and hope.
But the fireplace is strong,
Put it out when you are gone,
Or the whole damned thing,
Will go up in smoke.
This house is burning.
This home is on fire.
When you whisper to the walls,
It's another's name you call.
Even your body is a liar.
And this house is on fire.
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