A dirty broom an empty room you'll never find a better tomb
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The passing of a lasting chill a night a day and time stands still
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The walls just stand their stories cold they watch a history unfold
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The sink is dry the fat don't fry and still the reasons pass you by
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When will the troubled soul descend and make amends?
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When will some laughter come alive?
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And walk inside walk inside walk inside
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A house of sorrow is a halfway house
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A house of sorrow is a halfway house
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The doors don't shut the pipes just froze the roof is cracked without a cause
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You feel the sadness everywhere you hear a creaking on the stair
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And just to liven up your day the spirit walks decides to stay
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She wakes inside your living room and suffocates you with her gloom
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When will the troubled soul descend and make amends?
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When will some laughter come alive
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And walk inside
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A house of sorrow is a halfway house
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A house of sorrow is a halfway house
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House Of Sorrow
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Hugh Cornwell |