Our home is made of styrofoam.
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We speak right through the walls.
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Our floor is made of red wine stains.
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It makes me want to sing:
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Our home is made of styrofoam.
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Their laughter stains the halls,
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Greyish blue and salmon red.
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Kelly Green she said:
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So I sit quietly, enjoy the company.
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I will wait patiently, it won't get the best of me.
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Our home is made of styrofoam,
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And if it ever burns,
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We will build another house,
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Without the full turn.
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Our home is made of styrofoam.
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We live right through it all.
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But my room is made of plexiglass,
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And I'm a fly on the wall
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Styrofoam Walls
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| Facing New York |
