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These buildings grow like weeds,like dandelion seeds,they spring up where they please. |
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The buildings grow up and they come down,changing the landscape of the town,whats inside them is what counts, to me. |
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Is there love, in this house? |
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Is there love, in this house? |
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You can fill it up with shiny things,flashy fur, designer jeans,but is there love, in this house? |
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When it costs too much to eat,and the airs too hard to sleep, |
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I lie awake and think. |
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The rain goes up and it don't come down,poor people who move it now,no one makes a fuss about it. |
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Well is there love, in this house? |
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Is there love, in this house? |
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You can fill it up with shiny things,flashy fur, designer jeans,but is there love, in this house? |
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Ohhhh...I tell ya, |
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I don't know. |
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Is there love, in this house? |
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Is there love, in this house? |
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Can we be the change we wish to see,realize our hopes and dreams? |
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And is there love in this house? |
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Ohhhh...I say what we gonna do babe when the money runs out,what we gonna do babe? |
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What we gonna do babe when the money runs out,tell me. |
