| I like to look into other people’s houses
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| I like to see inside
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| I get a thrill from other people’s houses
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| I get no thrill from mine
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| My house is lonely
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| It’s full of memories
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| And things that I regret, eh, eh
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| I’d rather just keep walking through the night
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| It helps me to forget
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| I like to see inside other people’s houses
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| I lose control
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| I can’t help myself
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| I like to look into other people’s houses
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| Pretend I’m in there
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| Although I’m out here and cannot touch
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| At least I can want
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| I need to look when everybody doesn’t
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| I like to see inside
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| There’s such a mystery in other people’s houses
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| No mistery left in mine
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| My house is crowded, filled up with loneliness
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| There’s no more room at all
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| I’d rather just keep walking through the night
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| And see right through the walls
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| I like to see inside other people’s houses
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| It turns me on
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| I can’t help myself
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| I like to look into other people’s houses
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| Pretend I’m in there
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| Although I’m out here and can not touch
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| At least I can want
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| So many houses
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| So many stories
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| I like to watch them all
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| I see the fighting
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| I see the loving
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| I see right through the walls
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| I like to see inside other people’s houses
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| I lose control
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| I can’t help myself
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| I need to look into other people’s houses
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| Pretend I’m in there
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| Although I’m out here and cannot touch
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| At least I can want |