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When you live in the house of illusion,
you learn to live in confusion.
Am I really here,
did I cry a tear?
I'm living in total seclusion.
When you live in a house of insanity,
you no longer trust in humanity.
You live for the lies,
and wish you could die.
Forever you'll question your sanity.
When you live in a house full of pain,
you begin to look forward to rain.
With a stab in your heart,
you are torn apart.
And your soul has a permanent stain.
When you live in a house of seclusion,
you get lost in all the confusion.
There's a price to pay,
for living this way.
When you live in the house of illusion.
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