| In my neighborhood
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| Where folks don’t live so good now
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| The rooms are small
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| Most the building’s made of wood
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| I hear the neighbors
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| Talking about you and me
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| Yes, I’ve heard most every word
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| Cause the talking’s loud and
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| The walls are much too thin
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| She don’t really love him
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| Oh, that’s what I heard them say
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| She sure wasn’t thinking of him today
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| I saw her in the front yard now
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| Say, that girl in room 149
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| Talking to a boy, well
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| I’ve never seen him before
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| And standing there together
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| Don’t you know they looked so fine
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| I don’t wanna hear it anymore
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| I don’t wanna hear it anymore
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| But the talk just never ends
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| The heartache soon begins
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| The talk is so loud and
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| The walls are much too thin
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| Lord, ain’t it sad
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| Said the woman cross the hall
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| That when a nice boy falls in love
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| Hey, it’s just too bad
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| That he just had to fall
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| For a girl who doesn’t
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| Care for him at all
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| Well, I don’t wanna hear it anymore
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| I can’t stand to hear anymore
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| But the talk just never ends
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| And the heartache soon begins
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| Oh, they talk so loud and
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| The walls are much too thin
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| Whoa, I wish they wouldn’t talk so loud
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| And expose my heartache to all the crowd |