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Go jump in the lake Go ride up the hill Get out of this house It's a house of your making It's a house of ill will Get out of this house Go listen

Verse 1: Lord knows I'm guilty Of livin' my life Like there's always tomorrow For making things right But our days are numbered like the hairs on our

Here ya are at the top of the tower Could a body take that much Alone through every waking hour Asleep without nobody to touch Whoa, whoa, whoa and Only

never lie For all that it's worth I give good love, good love It doesn't make sense That you should have a broken heart If I were the only one I'd never

Well let me tell you what the Bible says In first Thessalonians it is read The 16th verse in chapter four Now listen friend, let me tell you more It

Well a bronc bucked me off up in Cheyenne Wyoming I broke me a couple of bones My wife up an left me it must be an omen my destiny's being alone I've

Like the tree that grows so tall Leaves turn gold and then they fall They've gone down but now they've grown They're going home Mountain streams may

(death)bed I'll never touch a hair on your pretty head I want your heart, I want your head Sweetheart, I'd send you up to heaven But you'd eat them

above You'd be so nice, you'd be paradise To come home to and love Under stars chilled by the winter Under an August moon burning above You'd be so nice, you'd