| The grass always looks greener
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| On the other side of the fence, yeah, yeah
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| But the dog over there might be meaner
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| On the other side of the fence, yeah, yeah
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| The car in the driveway looks longer on the other side of the streat, yeah, yeah
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| Does anything ever go wrong there
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| On the other side of the fence, yeah, yeah
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| Stay in your own yard
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| Play in your own chard
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| Cause everything (that) glitters realy ain’t gold
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| The future always looks brighter
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| On the other side of the tracks, yeah, yeah
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| Everybody wants to go over
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| But they don’t want to come back, no, no They live like Kings and Queens
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| On the other side of the town, yeah, yeah
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| They’re gonna have to make room for me there
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| On the other side of the town, sho nuff
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| Jealousy’s a cold thing
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| It’s ice wather in your veins
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| All it brings a bitterness an pain
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| Everything (that) glitters really ain’t gold
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| Instead of worrying bout what you are not
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| Gotta make the most what you got
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| Instead of keeping up with Mr. Jones
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| Betta look out for your own
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| Stay in your own yard
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| Play in your own yard
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| Be happy in your own yard
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| Cause everything (that) glitters realy aint gold |