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Wooden walls |
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Kitchen balls |
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Cricket calls are turning into night life |
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And there's an inch of rain on the floor |
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Maybe more |
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Tell the landlord next time he should fix it right |
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Oh whoa oh oh |
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I remember I was five sitting watching fire in the sky |
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When it was easier for me to feel different 'bout the Fourth of July |
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And the fireworks they'd always make me cry |
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Oh whoa oh oh |
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She's a market girl |
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She'll take it right off your hands |
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Water towers |
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Summer showers |
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Go for hours staring at the window |
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And you grew up across the street |
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To help me sleep you said that I should read more |
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Stealing people's mail we'd run from door to door |
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Oh whoa oh oh |
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She's a market girl |
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She'll take it right off your hands |
