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Without an invitation |
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It used to be more fun |
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Surveillance through the dry brush |
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You knew the art of ring and run |
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And hid behind the T-bird |
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Unless the door would open first |
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You had a talent for excuses |
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An innocent who'd been coerced |
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You had to have it all rehearsed when |
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Knocking at the big house |
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Knocking at the big house |
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It always seemed the easiest |
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When it didn't mean that much |
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Though you welcomed competition |
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You had an ace no one could touch |
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But didn't have a short clue |
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That this gift's a given thing |
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Call it camouflage or filthy rags |
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It was not enough to let it ring |
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You had to sign this offering by |
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Knocking at the big house |
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Knocking at the big house |
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Now there's nothing to conceal you |
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You come in from the front |
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The hedges have been cut back |
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And you're much too old for scavenger hunt |
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Maybe you're collecting |
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Donations for the cause |
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It may be now or never |
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So let it ring |
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Don't you pause |
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You are not breaking any laws by |
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Knocking at the big house |
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Knocking at the big house |
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Well, keep your eye up to the keyhole |
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What do you see now |
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You'll be |
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Knocking at the big house |
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Knocking at the big house |
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Knocking at the big house |
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Knocking at the big house |
