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Is there anyone home in this house made of stone?
Anyone inside know my name
Ive been around for a half of a hundred days
Never saw a door shut so tight
Turn around, dont look down
Theres a man behind you with a gun
Like any wandering child in the wilderness
Wild and uncaged are your ways
I think I heard
Someone stirred
I think I heard
Someone stirred
Theres a light around you, Ive come to switch it on
It will brighten every room
Dont be ashamed if you feel a whole lot warmer in you heart
You got that feelin in your soul
Is there anyone home in this house made of stone?
Anyone in there who might care
Ive grown weary and wise and I feel much amazed
Got a few good tales to unwind
Turn around, dont look down
Theres a man behind you with a gun
Like any wandering minstrel
Ive dawned in the house of a thousand delights
I think I heard
Someone stirred
I think I heard
Someone stirred
I think I heard
Someone stirred
I think I heard
Someone stirred
I think I heard
Someone stirred
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