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CROWDED HOUSE
(Neil Finn) The odd times we slip And slither down the dark hall Fingers point from old windows An eerie shadow falls I'm walking on the spot To show that I'm alive Moving every bone in my body From side to side Will we be in our minds when the dawn breaks Can we look the milkman in the eye The world is somehow different, you have all been changed Before my very eyes Walk around your home Pour yourself a drink Fire one more torpedo, baby Watch the kitchen sink You're lounging on the sofa, maybe See the living room die The dishes are unwashed and broken All you do is cry See the living room die The dishes are unwashed and broken All you do is cry
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