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I want to build a house that's made of stone
And live in it with you alone
I want to raise some children while we're young
And see if we can have some fun
And we both know
I'm sorry for the hatred in my soul
And we both know
All about what it means to doubt
I've got a fine alarm clock in the sun
And I can tell direction from the sky
Why not fill our bellies from the earth?
Why not live in joy and die in mirth?
And we both know
I'm sorry for the hatred in my soul
And we both know
All about what it means to doubt
All about how to live without
All about what it means to doubt
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