| Creeping up the blind side, shinning up the wall
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| stealing thru the dark of night
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| Climbing thru a window, stepping to the floor
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| checking to the left and the right
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| Picking up the pieces, putting them away
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| something doesn’t feel quite right
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| Help me someone, let me out of here
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| then out of the dark was suddenly heard
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| welcome to the Home by the Sea
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| Coming out the woodwork, thru the open door
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| pushing from above and below
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| shadows but no substance, in the shape of men
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| round and down and sideways they go adrift without direction, eyes that hold despair
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| then as one they sign and they moan
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| Help us someone, let us out of here
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| living here so long undisturbed
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| dreaming of the time we were free
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| so many years ago
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| before the time when we first heard
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| welcome to the Home by the Sea
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| Sit down Sit down
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| Sit down Sit down Sit down
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| as we relive our lives in what we tell you
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| Images of sorrow, pictures of delight
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| things that go to make up a life
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| endless days of summer longer nights of gloom
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| waiting for the morning light
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| scenes of unimportance, photos in a frame
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| things that go to make up a life
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| Help us someone, let us out of here
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| cos living here so long undisturbed
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| dreaming of the time we were free
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| so many years ago
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| before the time when we first heard
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| welcome to the Home by the Sea
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| Sit down Sit down
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| Sit down Sit down Sit down Sit down
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| as we relive out lives in what we tell you
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| let us relive out lives in what we tell you
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| Sit down Sit down Sit down
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| cos you won’t get away
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| no with us you will stay
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| for the rest of your days — Sit down
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| As we relive our lives in what we tell you
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| Let us relive our lives in what we tell you |