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Lyrics:
The foolish man had his house on the sand
So I started building somewhere that would stand
But I left it behind when I struck out for gold
No I never was one for doing what I was told
No, I never was one for doing what I was told
But oh, the storm's a-coming and I'm feeling so cold
There once was a place I called my own
But I lost it somewhere as the sands shifted on
Now I spend my days looking for a place
I hope that I could still belong
Tryin' to get back home
Tell me about this house on the rock
Is it everything I needed, is it everything I'm not?
Is it right up ahead, something better than fate?
Will he even let me in, or did I get here too late?
Oh won't you let me in? Please don't say that I'm late!
Oh be right where I needed, even better than fate
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