| I have a little house*
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| Close to town but not to the city
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| Far from home but near my family
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| No water views but so close to the sea
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| I see, this is how my little life could be
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| And I’m filling it with things
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| Like furniture that I find on the street
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| And all the special things I’d like to eat
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| Pictures of people that I’d like to meet, oh meet
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| Well I’m orbiting the world
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| And it’s so pretty and so lonely
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| My little love affairs are all scheduled 'round the TV guide
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| And my sex life has all been plagiarized
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| In an attempt to meet a harsh deadline
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| I’d like to rent a wife
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| Then rent a husband to keep her for life
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| The three of us, we could be so happy
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| Then with each other, meet with company
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| I’ll see them, I’ll find a flight around the world
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| And it’s so pretty and so lonely
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| I could just die, I might just die
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| I could just die, I might just die
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| And at my funeral
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| They will say «Tom, he was such a nice guy
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| He went too early but he went in style»
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| They’ll play my music and then they will cry
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| Then they’ll have a little wake
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| They’ll drink bad wine and they’ll eat lemon cake
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| And my mothers little heart will break
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| And she’ll say «Wait there must be must some mistake
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| He can’t be dead, take me instead»
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| Oh but I’m not dead
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| They tell me I’m not dead
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| They say that I’m not dead
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| That I won’t die for some time
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| I’m in my little house
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| Just writing little songs to past the time
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| Which incidentally is 7:49
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| So don’t you worry I’m completely fine, I’m fine
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| And don’t you worry I’m completely fine, I’m fine
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| Don’t you worry I’m completely fine, I’m fine
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| Don’t you worry I’m completely fine, I’m fine
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| Don’t you worry I’m completely fine, I’m fine
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| I’m just so fucking fine |