I want to see inside other people s houses;
It makes me warm inside.
I get a thrill from other people s houses;
I get no thrill from mine.
My house is lonely,
And it s full of memories
I d just as soon forget.
I d rather just keep walking through the night
Than have to sleep in there.
I d like to see inside other people s houses,
I know it s wrong I can t help myself.
I like to look into other people s houses ,
And watch how they care,
Although the love there, I cannot touch at least I can watch.
I d like to look into other people s houses
than to live in mine.
My house is crowded, loaded up with loneliness,
there s no more room inside.
People who live there, they don t know happiness,
somehow they ve missed it all;
no understanding, no sense of loving,
their tears drip down the wall.
break
My house is crowded filled up with nothingness,
there s no more room in there;
and it s so noisey shouting with unhappiness,
up and down the stair.
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