Is there anyone home in this house made of stone?
I've been around for a half of a hundred days.
Never saw a door shut so tight
Anyone inside know my name
Turn around, don't look down
There's a man behind you with a gun I think I heard
Like any wandering child in the wilderness,
Wild and uncaged are your ways
Someone stirred
I think I heard
Someone stirred There's a light around you
I've come to switch it on
It will brighten every room
Don't be ashamed if you feel a whole lot warmer in you heart. You got that feelin' in your soul
Anyone in there who might care
Is there anyone home in this house made of stone?
I've grown weary and wise and I feel much amazed.
Got a few good tales to unwind
Turn around, don't look down
There's a man behind you with a gun.
delights.
I think I heard
Like any wandering minstrel I've dawned in the house of a thousand Someone stirred
I think I heard
I think I heard
Someone stirred
I think I heard
Someone stirred
Someone stirred
Someone stirred
I think I heard
I think I heard
Someone stirred.
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