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"Our House" |
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Father wears his Sunday best |
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Mother's tired she needs a rest |
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The kids are playing up downstairs |
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Sister's sighing in her sleep |
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Brother's got a date to keep |
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He can't hang around |
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Our house, in the middle of our street |
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Our house, in the middle of our ... |
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Our house it has a crowd |
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There's always something happening |
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And it's usually quite loud |
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Our mum she's so house-proud |
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Nothing ever slows her down |
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And a mess is not allowed |
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Our house, in the middle of our street |
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Our house, in the middle of our ... |
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Our house, in the middle of our street |
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Something tells you that you've got to get away from it |
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Our house, in the middle of our ... |
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Father gets up late for work |
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Mother has to iron his shirt |
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Then she sends the kids to school |
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Sees them off with a small kiss |
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She's the one they're going to miss |
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In lots of ways |
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Our house, in the middle of our street |
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Our house, in the middle of our ... |
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I remember way back then when everything was true and when |
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We would have such a very good time such a fine time |
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Such a happy time |
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And I remember how we'd play simply waste the day away |
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Then we'd say nothing would come between us two dreamers |
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Father wears his Sunday best |
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Mother's tired she needs a rest |
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The kids are playing up downstairs |
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Sister's sighing in her sleep |
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Brother's got a date to keep |
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He can't hang around |
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Our house, in the middle of our street |
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Our house, in the middle of our street |
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Our house, in the middle of our street |
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Our house, in the middle of our ... |
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Our house, was our castle and our keep |
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Our house, in the middle of our street |
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Our house, that was where we used to sleep |
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Our house... |
