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fear We built our own house, own house. With the hands over our hearts. And we swore on that day. That it'll never fall apart We built our own house, own house. With our hands over our hearts. And
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and it crumbles all around. Like a house without love, that's sure to fall apart. A house of sand is an empty work of art You can build a tower of clay. But if you ask my advice. Well it is
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The art of keeping up disappearances. This is the art, the art of keeping up disappearances Verse. Erase the conclusion. Erase the conclusion. But never meant to clear up. Any of the confusion
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(CHORUS) HOUSE MUSIC. HOUSE MUSIC (CHORUS)
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(CHORUS) HOUSE MUSIC. HOUSE MUSIC (CHORUS)
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Art-hounds look like nothing. . So Art-hounds write something . And those that do are judged by those . Who tried and found they couldn't do. . Art-hounds see the Greek ideal . And gaze on
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Instrumental. House is mine. House is mine. House is mine. House is mine. House is mine. House is mine
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Oh Lord my God when I in awesome wonder. Consider all the worlds Thy hands have made. Now I see the stars and I hear the rolling thunder. Thy art throughout the universe displayed Then sings my
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Oh Lord my God when I in awesome wonder. Consider all the worlds Thy hands have made. Now I see the stars and I hear the rolling thunder. Thy art throughout the universe displayed Then sings my
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Oh Lord, my God when I in awesome wonder. Consider all the worlds Thy hands have made. I see the stars, I hear the rolling thunder. Thy art throughout the universe displayed Then sings my soul my
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This is my house where I hang around. As soon as I get up, I start to get down. You don't need a place to stay. Our house is any old place we play This is my house if you don't like it. Just get
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come. With shout of acclamation. To take me home. What joy shall fill my heart. Then I shall bow in humble adoration. And there proclaim my God how great thou art. Then sings my soul my savior God
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I'll never write my memoirs,. There's nothing in my book,. The only way you see me an art groupie,. I'm hooked. . Some people like to be used,. I've been used and amused,. But that's the way I
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Savior God, to Thee. How great Thou art, how great Thou art. Then sings my soul, my Savior God, to Thee. How great Thou art, how great Thou art!. Then sings my soul, my Savior God, to Thee. How great Thou
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Song Art of Fallin' - Mack Wilds. My first question to you is what is love?. What is love? What is love?. Love is the light to your dark days. Love is life to your dream. It's usually a strong
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Falling through at the seams. Living life in a dream. Even smiles make a lie. And I smile all the time I'm skilled at the art. Of falling apart. It's the holding together. Together forever I'm
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God to Thee. How great Thou art, how great Thou art?. Then sings my soul my Saviour God to Thee. How great Thou art, how great Thou art? Oh, and when I think that God, his Son not sparing. Sent Him
