Sixteen years old, only just found out today
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Nowhere to go, but she's leaving anyway
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The taxi waits outside as she turns the key
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Leaves a note behind that he'll never read
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And as the rain pours down, the meter starts to read
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She looks back one last time in tears from the backseat
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House on the hill, a fortress on solid ground
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Is now shuttered and still, a ghost of its former self
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Kneel at the alter this pantheon covered in dust, sing Hallelujah
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Eighteen years old, enlisted and boarding a plane
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He bought what they sold, just like a moth to the flame
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He's scared and all alone in a distant place
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Don't want to let it show, but the fear's on his face
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Got a girl back home that he'll see next May
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And what he doesn't know is there's one on the way
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House on the hill, a fortress on solid ground
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Is now shuttered and still, a ghost of its former self
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Kneel at the alter this pantheon covered in dust, sing Hallelujah
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And so she wakes and breaks inside her shell
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He wrote a note that got delivered to her old address
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She's not coming back, he's not coming back
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House on the hill, fortress on hollow ground
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Standing here still, make this a solemn vow
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Here at the alter this pantheon's resurrected, sing Hallelujah
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House On The Hill
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