| In my neighborhood where folks don’t live so good now.
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| The rooms are small most the building made of wood.
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| I hear the neighbors talking 'bout you and me.
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| Yes I’ve heard most every word
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| 'Cause the talkin’s loud and 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 courtyard say that girl in room one forty nine.
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| Talking to a boy I’ve never seen before,
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| And standing there together don’t you know they looked so fine.
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| No I don’t want to hear it anymore
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| I don’t want to hear it anymore.
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| 'Cause the talk just never ends and the heartache soon begins
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| The talk is so loud and the walls, they’re much too thin.
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| Lord ain’t it sad, said the woman cross the hall,
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| That when a nice boy like that falls in love
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| Hey it’s just too bad that he had to go
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| And fall for a girl that doesn’t care for him at all.
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| No I don’t wanna hear it anymore.
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| I don’t wanna hear it anymore.
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| 'Cause the talk just never ends and the heartache soon begins. |
| Oh they talk so loud and the walls are much too thin.
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| Oh I wish they wouldn’t talk so loud and expose my heartache to the crowd. |