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Looking around the house |
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Hidden behind the window and the door |
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Searching for signs of life |
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But there's nobody home |
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Well, maybe I'm just too sure |
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Or maybe I'm just too frightened |
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By the sound of it |
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Pieces of note fall down but the letter said |
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Uh huh, it was good, living with you |
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Uh huh, it was good, huh, huh, huh |
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Uh, huh, it was good, living with you |
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Uh, huh, it was good, huh, huh |
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Good, good, good, good, good, good |
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Sitting around the house |
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Watching the sun trace shadows on the floor |
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Searching for signs of life |
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But there's nobody home |
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Well, maybe I'll call or write you a letter |
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Now, maybe we'll see on the fourth of July |
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Well, I'm not too sure and I'm not too proud |
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Well, I'm not to sure and I'm not to proud to say |
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Uh huh, it was good, living with you |
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Uh huh, it was good, huh, huh, huh |
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Uh, huh, it was good, living with you |
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Uh, huh, it was good, huh, huh |
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You were so good |
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Uh huh, it was good, living with you |
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Uh huh, it was good, huh, huh, huh |
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Uh, huh, it was good, living with you |
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Uh, huh, it was good, huh, huh, uh, huh |
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Yeah, you were so good |
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Yeah, you were so good |
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Yeah, that's right |
