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Grow the gills they told you that you'd need down here The

air up there belongs to people who never asked

They been selling the rain back to us since I was born

I wanna do this right but I keep running out of hands

You picked me and nobody's asked you why yet

Oh, I keep bringing home the things that don't burn,

Something in this kitchen always waiting on its turn.

Don't tell your mother I'm out here being your

House on fire,

house on fire

No such thing as tan lines off a monitor

Get inside, you're letting the heat out,

am I too much house

He fell asleep with his boots on,

seemed forgiven

She counted every one of my exits before she sat down

Everybody asks me why her and I never answer

Oh, I keep bringing home the things that don't burn,

Something in this kitchen always waiting on its turn.

Don't tell your mother I'm out here being your

House on fire,

house on fire Oh,

I keep bringing home the things that don't burn,

Something in this kitchen always waiting on its turn.

Don't tell your mother I'm out here being your House on fire,

house on fire

Grow the gills they told you that you'd need down here

The air up there belongs to people who never asked

They been selling the rain back to us since I was born

I wanna do this right but I keep running out of hands

You picked me and nobody's asked you why yet

Oh, I keep bringing home the things that don't burn,

Something in this kitchen always waiting on its turn.

Don't tell your mother I'm out here being your

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