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Inside the house that burned |
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No exit, no return |
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A place of oak and ashes |
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The silence of a 1000 voices |
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In the ruins of blackened wood |
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The house of orphans stood |
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No play, no childhood existed |
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You checked in, you never left |
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In the house of a 1000 voices |
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There's the hall of a 1000 devils |
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Broken dreams, no hopes no choices |
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Just a box full of evil |
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There's a room that no-one has seen |
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In the walls, a 1000 screams |
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Little voices, toys and laces |
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In the mirrors you see their faces |
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Stones and thrash, grass and berries |
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In the yard, there's something buried |
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There's a smell of somethings that's wrong |
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Something is wrong |
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Tiny feet and tiny shoes |
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In the shadows they're still running loose |
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Innocent to murder and death |
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Murder and death |
