Four-Eleven Songtext

There's a house in the green hills,
where someday I hope to live.
So I'll sell my sadness to them,
turn pain into payment.

There's a cliff from the last one,
that sits right across from it.
So when I get your wake up call in,
I'll join life at its purest.
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