Born at the end of a Minnesota freeze
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Eldest child of Willy and Louise
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His little sister died at the age of four
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The family posed, led by Louise
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Like right out of some kind of Rockwell scene
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But Jake couldn't fake it anymore
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Nobody heard the hammer fallin'
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Sensed that judgement day was callin'
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Nobody thought to fear the boy next door
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Everybody loves to point their finger
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They might as well have pulled the trigger
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Nobody stopped to hear the boy next door
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Willy later said he really should've known
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The boy spent too much time on his own
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And what was on his mind, God only knew
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One by one the neighbors went away
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A gruesome little game Jake taught himself to play
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His daddy always said, "find something to do"
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[Chorus]
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One less mistake to think about
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Cause no one read the writing on the wall
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So much for case 1239
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Covered up, curled up in a ball
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One little page in the history of crime
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Lawyers made a fortune for their time
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Seems an explanation was never found
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And I hope this tale won't be misunderstood
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Things ain't the same in every neighborhood
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But before you go to sleep tonight
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Look around
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[Chorus]
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Boy Next Door
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| Richard Marx |
