| Looking around the house.
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| Hidden behind the window and the door.
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| Searching for signs of life but there’s nobody home.
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| Well, maybe I’m just too sure.
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| Maybe I’m just too frightened
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| By the sound of it.
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| Pieces of note fall down, but the letter said,
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| CHORUS:
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| Aha, it was good living with you.
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| Aha, it was good.
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| Aha, it was good living with you.
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| Aha, it was good.
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| Sitting around the house,
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| Watching the sun trace shadows on the floor.
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| Searching for signs of life, but there’s nobody home.
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| Well, maybe I’ll call
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| Or write you a letter.
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| Now, maybe we’ll see on the Fourth of July.
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| But I’m not too sure, and I’m not too proud.
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| Well, I’m not too sure and I’m not too proud to say.
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| CHORUS:
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| Aha, it was good living with you.
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| Aha, it was good.
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| Aha, it was good living with you.
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| Aha, it was good.
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| Spoken: Yeah, you were so good. |
| yeah you were so good, yeah that’s right… |