Stand by yourself in the still of the night
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When people are quietly sleeping.
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Then up at the window a lady in white
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And the wind brings the sound of her weeping.
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Used to belong to a suicide queen
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Who knew that she wouldn't make it
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Everyone laughed as they called her a fool
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Till finally she couldn't take it.
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So she ended it all
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In the House on the Hill.
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The people who lived near they won't say a word
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They look in the other direction.
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They say it's a tale which they don't believe
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Then they pray to the Lord for protection.
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And there's no-one will talk
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Of the House on the Hill.
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The House on the Hill won't hurt you at all
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As long as you stay outside,
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And always remember the voice in the wall
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A house where there's nowhere to hide
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The House on the Hill won't hurt you at all
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As long as you stay outside,
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And always remember the voice in the wall
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A house where there's nowhere to hide
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A voice calls you back to the House on the Hill
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Start thinking about what you're leaving,
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So much going on that your feeling confused
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And you don't know just what to believe in
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It keeps calling you back
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To the House on the Hill
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It keeps calling you back
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To the House on the Hill
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House On The Hill
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| John Miles |
