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There Is A House
1)
Someone marked it wrong
Someone marked it right
Anyway she played the role her way
That old girl slipped her ring off her finger
She slid her hand to her pocket and took out a pistol…
She is sometimes in a strange mood
Maybe for love
Maybe for a fit of anger
Crisis, you know, can sometimes bring out
The best of people… and listen to the applause..
Ref.:
There is a house at the end of the street
There is a house where somebody lives
Where you can see a break in the shiny clouds
Where a picture brings back memories
Of the childhood
2)
There was a picture on the wall
There was a clock in the hall
Now a shadow is striking twelve
There is a time to remember
There is a time to forget
There is a time when it all….never exists
There is a place in your mind
There is a place in your heart
There is a house at the end of an imaginary street
Like the old actress in the empty hall
With the picture smiling from the broken wall
Ref:.
There is a house at the end of the street
There is a house where somebody lives
Where you can see a break in the shiny clouds
Where a picture brings back memories
Of forgotten times and hidden dreams….
1)
Someone marked it wrong
Someone marked it right
Anyway she played the role her way
That old girl slipped her ring off her finger
She slid her hand to her pocket and took out a pistol…
She is sometimes in a strange mood
Maybe for love
Maybe for a fit of anger
Crisis, you know, can sometimes bring out
The best of people… and listen to the applause..
Ref.:
There is a house at the end of the street
There is a house where somebody lives
Where you can see a break in the shiny clouds
Where a picture brings back memories
Of the childhood
2)
There was a picture on the wall
There was a clock in the hall
Now a shadow is striking twelve
There is a time to remember
There is a time to forget
There is a time when it all….never exists
There is a place in your mind
There is a place in your heart
There is a house at the end of an imaginary street
Like the old actress in the empty hall
With the picture smiling from the broken wall
Ref:.
There is a house at the end of the street
There is a house where somebody lives
Where you can see a break in the shiny clouds
Where a picture brings back memories
Of forgotten times and hidden dreams….
