| I can hear my neighbors making love upstairs
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| Their love is rattling my tables and my chairs
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| Keeping me awake
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| The love they make it’s keeping me awake
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| While I’m just trying to get some sleep on the ground floor
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| I don’t mind my neighbor making love upstairs
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| Cause I was once the lover making all my neighbors scared
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| you and me thundering the floorboards with our power and our force
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| While they’re just trying to get some sleep on the ground floor
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| I can hear my neighbors making love upstairs
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| Their love is amplifying all of my despair
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| Cause I was once a lover now I have to listen to my neighbors
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| Making love upstairs from down on the ground floor
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| from down on the ground floor
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| from down on the ground floor
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| In this city all the humans live in layers
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| I got people down the hall and down the stairs
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| We all move in and out and live our lives in stacks and rows and pairs
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| And try to find someone with whom we can share it
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| I can hear my neighbors making love upstairs
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| Wish I didn’t have to be so well informed of their affairs
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| But if I have to hear them doing something, at least they’re having fun
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| Sometimes I forget that all of us are just human
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| Cause we’re all stacked in rows and columns
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| And if one of them should fall on me
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| My neighbors making love upstairs would crush me
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| I’m down on the ground floor |