Verse 1:
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At my house I've got no shackles
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You can come and look if you want to
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Through the halls you'll see the mantles
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Where the light shines dim all around you
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And the streets are paved with gold and if
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Someone asks you, you can call my name
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Verse 2:
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You are just a thought that someone
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Somewhere somehow feels you should be here
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And it's so for real to touch
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To smell, to feel, to know where you are here
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And the streets are paved with gold and if
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Someone asks you, you can call my name
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You can call my name
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I hear you calling my name yeah all right now
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Verse 3:
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By the time that I'm through singing
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The bells from the schools of wars will be ringing
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More confusions, blood transfusions
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The news today will be the movies for tomorrow
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And the water's turned to blood, and if
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You don't think so
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Go turn on your tub
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And it it's mixed with mud
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You'll see it turn to gray
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And you can call my name
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I hear you call my name
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A House Is Not A Motel
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