Father wears his Sunday best
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Mother’s tired, she needs a rest, the kids are playing up downstairs
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Sister’s sighing in her sleep
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Brother’s got a date to keep, he can’t hang around
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Our house, in the middle of our street
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Our house, in the middle of our…
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Our house, it has a crowd
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There’s always something happening and it’s usually quite loud
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Our mum, she’s so house-proud
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Nothing ever slows her down, and a mess is not allowed
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Our house, in the middle of our street
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Our house, in the middle of our
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Our house, in the middle of our street
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(Something tells you that you’ve got to move away from it)
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Our house, in the middle of our…
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Father gets up late for work
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Mother has to iron his shirt, then she sends the kids to school
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Sees them off with a small kiss
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She’s the one they’re going to miss in lots of ways
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Our house, in the middle of our street
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Our house, in the middle of our…
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I remember way back then when everything was true and when
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We would have such a very good time, such a fine time, such a happy time
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And I remember how we’d play, simply waste the day away
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Then we’d say nothing would come between us, two dreamers
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Father wears his Sunday best
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Mother’s tired, she needs a rest, the kids are playing up downstairs
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Sister’s sighing in her sleep
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Brother’s got a date to keep, he can’t hang around
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Our house, in the middle of our street
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Our house, in the middle of our street
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Our house, in the middle of our street
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Our house, in the middle of our…
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Our house, was our castle and our keep
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Our house, in the middle of our street
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Our house, that was where we used to sleep
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Our house, in the middle of our street
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Our house, in the middle of our street
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Our house… |