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There was once a girl who lived in a round house
Her room had a window with a view of the whole town
She felt lonely though, whenever she looked out

Cause the people of her town loved tall, thin, straight lines
They made fun of her house from the outside
"Round little homes don't make good skylines"

But then one day an earthquake hit
Their tall skinny houses fell to piles of bricks
And her round little house rolled right thru the streets

With every neighbor she rolled by
She'd show forgiveness in her eyes
With arms wide open, took them by surprise

She said
I'll carry you out of the rubble
Be your shelter when yours start to crumble
I will be there if you'll let me
It don't matter the shape of your own house
I got plenty of room so just stay now
…
You'll be safe in my safe house

Her house rolled on, with her neighbors in it
Till they heard a crash, turns out her house hit
Something hard…
She ran outside, eager to see

To her surprise it was a another kid’s home
Round and quirky just like her own
When they locked eyes she felt relief
Like the long lost friend she had yet to meet

"I've never met somebody else like me
Who learned to live a life built differently"

She said
I'll carry you out of the rubble
Be your shelter when yours start to crumble
I will be there if you'll let me
It don't matter the shape of your own house
I got plenty of room so just stay now
We’ll watch from the inside how it plays out
You'll be safe in my safe house
…
Everyone felt more invited
They made homes of all shapes and sizes

It don't matter the shape of your own house
We got plenty of room, so just stay now
(Just stay now, just stay now)
You'll be safe in my safe house

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…
…I'm saying goodbye to the people that I feel are real good at wasting my time
No regrets, baby, I just think that maybe
You go your way and I'll go mine
It's been a real good time
But you've got dark energy, something I can't unsee
And I've got to take care of myself
I've found a deeper well
…
.., I'm getting rid of the habits that I feel
Are real good at wasting my time
No regrets, baby, I just think that maybe
It's natural when things lose their shine
So other things can glow
I've gotten older, now I know
How to take care of myself
I've found a deeper well

When I was growing up
We had what we needed, shoes on our feet
But the world was as flat as a plate
And that’s okay
The things I was taught only took me so far
Had to figure the rest out myself
And then I found
I found a deeper well

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(Reworked version of “The Architect” by Kacey Musgraves)

Even something as small as each creature
Small but quite complex
Wondrous, divine
All different designs
Can I speak with the architect?

Just look at all of the people
Did we get here by grand design?
Were we devised?
Are we all a surprise
formed by random, chaotic things?

Are we thought out at all,
or paint thrown at a wall?
Is there anything that You regret?
I don’t understand
Are there blueprints or plans?
Can I speak to the architect?

Sometimes, I think about me
And wish I could make a request
Can I pray stuff away?
Am I shapeable clay?
Or is this as good as it gets?

One day you think that you’ve got this
This thing that we all call life
Then a wind from behind
carries ember and ash
and it burns your world to the ground

Is it thought out at all,
or just pain on a wall?
Is there anything that You regret?
I don’t understand
Are there blueprints or plans
Can I speak with the architect?

Sometimes, I think I’m too broken,
and maybe too hard to love
I’m in a strange state
and stuck in bad places
Can You help me make sense of it?

Does it happen by chance?
Is it all happenstance?
Do we have any say in this mess?
Is it too late to make some of it better?
Can I speak to the architect?

This life that we make is it random or fate?
Are we our own architects?
Is there an architect?

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