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My old house is for sale once more
For the fourth time in ten years
The sign on the lawn is a sign of the times
it's a sign the neighbors look at and swear.
Last year the happy-loving couple moved in
This year, happy-loving couple just yells
"Next year the market will be better," they say
Next year it's gonna get colder in hell.

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I wanna live on a dead end street
I want the traffic to be just my car
I want the crack of a stickball bat
I wanna hear the big dogs, hear the big dogs bark
I wanna swing on my own back porch
I wanna hand out tricks or treats
I wanna sleep with my house unlocked
I wanna live on a dead end, live on a dead end street

Billy hit a ball over old Ray's fence
Good thing it was daytime or he woulda got caught
Everybody knows old Ray's a little bent
He's got TV cameras in his flower pots
Last week he was shooting off his Daisy BB Gun
Trying to pick off Billy and his cat
Everybody knows old Ray's a little bent
I never saw Billy's dad run that fast

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The people that work wonder where the money goes
People at their churches wear their Sunday clothes
People at the newsstand gossip all day
It's the way it's always been, it's the way it's gonna stay
And the people at the bars don't ever talk about much
No, they talk about stars they ain't never gonna touch
And the people on the move don't wanna stay in this place
The people on the their porches, never change their pace

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