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House On A Hill - Jazzamor

Your mother has woven the bled word of sorrow,

She covered your heart with beliefs.

Your father was broken,

His dreams not been awoken,

He never knew who you were.

Once in the house on a hill,

You've got that skill,

To be what you are

Once in that house on a hill,

It gave you quite a thrill,

To be what you were,

For so long

So long

Oh so long

Now you're a shuffling,

Along on your way,

Along on your stony way home.