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Mike DiFiore - The House Lyrics

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  • Packing bags, and fillin’ cases
  • Oh, what they doin’ to ya
  • Movin’ out the chairs and tables
  • Boxin’ up the spoons and ladles
  • “We’ll be out by Monday”, you hear them sayin’
  • “Better, get these beds away, and
  • They’re strippin’ the walls, and takin’ down pictures
  • Losin’ the past, as they remove their riches
  • And you stand
  • Outside on your own
  • And you wait
  • But they ain’t coming home to you
  • That’s right and you stand
  • In the middle of the street
  • Think about the new place
  • That they gonna meet
  • Bricked up doorways, and boarded windows
  • Driveway gates are closin’
  • Moss on the walls, and weeds in the gravel
  • Rooftiles buckle, and guttering dangles
  • Rising damp, and leaky pipework
  • Kitchen sink is fillin’
  • Water drippin’ down the chimney
  • Rottin’ the floor where the fire once burned
  • And so you stand
  • Outside on your own
  • And you wait
  • But they ain’t coming home to you
  • That’s right and you stand
  • In the middle of the street
  • Think about the new place
  • That they gonna meet
  • So this is the end
  • And they’ve gone
  • There’s nothing you can do
  • ‘s gonna bring em back
  • And now you gonna think
  • ‘s all you can do now
  • But they’ll never know
  • They’ll never know what they’re missing
  • And all of those times
  • When they sat around
  • You’re gonna miss ‘em
  • And you know what’s funny
  • Sounds just like a girl I used to know

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