| Twenty houses in a row.
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| Eighty people watch a TV show.
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| Paper people, carboard dreams.
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| How unreal the whole thing seems.
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| Chorus:
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| Can we be living in a world made of paper mache?
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| Everything is clean and so neat.
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| Anything that’s wrong can be just swept away.
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| Spray it with cologne and the whole world smells sweet.
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| Ice cream cones and candy bars.
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| Swings and things like bicycles and cars.
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| There’s a sale on happiness,
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| You buy two, and it costs less.
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| (Chorus)
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| Read the papers, keep aware,
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| While you’re lounging in your leather chair.
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| And, if things don’t look so good,
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| Shake your head, and knock on wood.
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| (Chorus)
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| Like paper mache. |