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My new house |
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You should see my house |
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My new house |
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You should see my new house |
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No rabbit hutch about it |
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I bought it off the baptists |
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I get the bills |
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And i get miffed |
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At the damn polyester fills |
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The interior is a prison unconscious |
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My new house |
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Keep away from my new house |
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Wash the drawers of pills |
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It's got window sills |
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With lead centred in the middle of them |
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My new house |
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Is no beatnik hang-out |
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That halifax copter |
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Sure dropped me a cropper |
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Sometimes i think i'll ring swine-tax |
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And go back to my flat |
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But my new house |
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I do love the mad things about it |
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According to the postman |
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It's like the bleeding bank of england |
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Creosote tar fence surrounds it |
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Those razor blades eject when i press eject |
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My new house |
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Could easily crack a mortal, it |
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The spare room is fine |
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Though a little haunted |
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By mr. reagan who had hung himself at number 13 |
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Mr. reagan hung himself at number 13 |
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It'll be great when it's decorated |
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My new house |