| I lived on the underground
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| On the edge of society
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| There were people ignoring me
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| And it made me contemptuous
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| So I travelled the overground
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| And tried to just integrate
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| And I smile and I just said hello
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| Pretended I’m not dying inside
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| And I’m living in a grey house
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| Living like the monkey do
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| I lived in a grey house with you
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| I’m feeling like this monkey’s insane, feeling the monkey
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| I’m feeling like this monkey’s insane, feeling the monkey
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| Life is a gas you don’t know where you’re at in the Grey House
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| We had so much fun, didn’t kill everyone in the Grey House
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| So I look for some solitude
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| But I never had the aptitude, for it
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| I lived in the ordinary
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| So I tried to suspend that too
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| So I painted my skirting boards
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| And greyed my environment
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| And I’ve learned all my lessons well
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| And locked myself up with you
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| And I’m living in a grey house
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| Living like the monkey do
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| I lived in a grey house with you
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| I’m feeling like this monkey’s insane, feeling the monkey
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| I’m feeling like this monkey’s insane, feeling the monkey
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| Life is a gas you don’t know where you’re at in the Grey House
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| We had so much fun, didn’t kill everyone in the Grey House
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| Life is a gas you don’t know where you’re at in the Grey House
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| We had so much fun, didn’t kill everyone in the Grey House |