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If you decide to enter this house
Be prepared to hear laughters and cries
Happy laughter for small, little things
But also cries, cries with suffocating tears
These walls, these walls keep memories of the good and the bad
These windows keep secrets of the life I once had
A life that turned to be an illusion
An illusion I was fed
Domesticated by the song of a man
I've lost the divine gift of being myself
Happy laughter for small, little things
But also cries, cries with suffocating tears
Take your shoes off
You're in my house
There's, there's no dirt here
No more lies
All the little things here mean everything
The true shape of an extinct reality
My voice, my voice was always small in this house
Careful and cautious, in its own place
Domesticated by the song of a man
I've lost myself
Take, take your shoes off
You're in my house
There's, there's no dirt here
No more lies
All the little things here mean everything
The true shape of an extinct reality
Domesticated by the song of a man
I've lost the divine gift of being myself
Domesticated by the song of a man
I've lost, I've lost myself
Domesticated by the song of a man
I've lost the divine gift of being myself
Domesticated by the song of a man
I've lost, I've lost myself
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