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OUR HOUSE, Madness
1. GFather wears his Sunday Dbest,
AmMother's tired she needs a rest,
Sister's sighing in her sleep,
GBrother's got a date to Dkeep,
The Ckids are playing up downstairs
He can't hang around
Ch: AOur Ehouse, Bin the Dmiddle of our Astreet
Our EhouseB, in the Dmiddle of our ...
GOur house it has a Dcrowd,
Amthere's always something happening and
our mum she's so house-proud,
Gnothing ever slows her Ddown and
it's Cusually quite loud
a mess is not allowed
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ASomething tells you Ethat you've got to Bget away from Dit
GFather gets up late for Dwork,
AmMother has to iron his shirt,
Sees them off with a small kiss,
Gshe's the one they're going Dto
Cthen she sends the kids to school
missed in lots of ways
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I remember way back then when everything was true and when
We would have such a very good time such a fine time
Such a happy time
And I remember how we'd play simply waste the day away
Then we'd say nothing would come between us two dreamers
AOur Ehouse, Bwas ourD castle and ouAr keep
Our house, in the middle of our street
Our house, that was where we used to sleep
Our house, in the middle of our street
Our house, in the middle of our street