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I'll build a house- of water |
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I'm searching high- and low |
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Underneath the waves |
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Where they hit the rocky shore |
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Out by the lighthouse |
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Heard nature say |
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"I'm sorry- |
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For stones and trees down below |
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For those who tumble in God's name |
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To an early grave |
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Into the sea and foam |
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Like ships tossed in a storm" |
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And I'm standing all alone |
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Out by the lighthouse |
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I'll build a house- of paper |
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Covered with words I can read |
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She had to teach me what to say |
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And every year we stayed |
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Out by the lighthouse |
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I'll build a house- so level |
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With 7 walls- long and true |
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The day we raised that roof up high |
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Unto the fading light |
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We sang the whole night through |
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& no one needed proof |
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& I could see the moon |
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Out by the lighthouse |
