Texty: Katie Melua. The House. The Flood.

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Broken people get recycled
And I hope that I will sometimes be thrown off the pathways
What I thought was my way home
Wasn't the place I know
No, I'm not afraid of changing,
Certain, nothing's certain
What we own becomes our prison
My possessions will be gone
Back to where they came from

Blame
No one is to blame
As natural as the rain that falls
Here comes the Flood again

See the rock that you hold onto
Is it gonna save you
When the earth begins to crumble?
Why'd you feel you have to hold on?
Imagine if you let go

Blame
No one is to blame
As natural as the rain that falls
Here comes the Flood again

Flush away the weight that pulls you down
Light the ways that freed from the dust

(Flush away the weight that pulls you down)
Don't trust your eyes
It's easy to believe them
Know in your heart
That you can leave a prison

(Light the ways that free from the dusk)
Don't trust your mind
Its not always listening
Turn on the lights
And feel the ancient rhythm

Don't trust your eyes
It's easy to believe them (no one is to blame)
Know in your heart (as natural as the rain)
That you can leave your prison (here comes the Flood again)

Blame
No one is to blame
As natural as the rain that falls
Here comes the Flood again