Your eyes hit a gilded window
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when the Housewives Journal, started closing every door
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The wind's so strong and you decided
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that you just don't want to be carried with it anymore
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"Oh my god" the neighbours
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just can't put a word to it never seen to write or call
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Greetings to the sister
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as you're strutting through your suburb watching ladies trip and fall
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She came when he left, never thought it was a big decision
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Gave up on lives that revolve around car ignition
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Hey did you ever get the feeling everything is working out okay?
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Sunday afternoon sure used to sting until
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the drinks kick in at ten
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But now you've joined a collective
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surely nothing ordinary kicking up a storm again
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"Oh my god" the neighbours
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just can't put a word to it never seen to write or call
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Greetings to the sister
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as you're strutting through your suburb watching ladies trip and fall
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Came when he left, never thought it was a big decision
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Gave up on lives that revolve around beer and fishing
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Hey did you ever get the feeling everything is working out okay?
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She Digs Her
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You Am I |