These buildings grow like weeds
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Like dandelion seeds
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They spring up where they please
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The buildings go up, and they come down
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Changing the landscape of the town
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What’s inside there 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
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Flashy fur, designer jeans
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But is there love in this house, oh
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When it costs too much to eat
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And the air’s too hot to sleep
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I lie awake and think
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The rent goes up, and I don’t come down
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Poor people are moving out
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No one makes a fuss about it
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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
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Flashy fur, designer jeans
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But is there love in this house, oh
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I tell you I don’t know
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I, I, I, I, I, I don’t know
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I, ooh, 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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You can fill it up with shiny things
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Can we be the change we wish to see
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Realize our hopes and dreams
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But is there love in this house, oh
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I said what we gonna do babe
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If the money runs out
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What we gonna do
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I said what we gonna do babe
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If the money runs out
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Tell me
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In This House
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| Matt Morris |
