| Took a walk down the alley today
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| I’m getting used to the smells and the sounds
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| Don’t look out of my windows no more
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| What’s the point? |
| Everything’s brown
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| Sometimes I want to move to the other side of town
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| But to keep from going out of my mind
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| I move the furniture around
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| Moving furniture around
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| No place to park in my neighborhood
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| So there’s hundred dollar tickets all over the ground
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| All the cops keep writing them up
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| And we keep throwing them down
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| Sometimes I want to move to the other side of town
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| There’s a street over there where the landlords are fair
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| And a parking space can always be found
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| But I move my furniture around
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| Whenever I feel I’m on my way down
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| I get up and move the furniture around
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| Guy next door play Dylan until four
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| I bang on the way but he won’t turn it down
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| I can tell by the noise what’s going on upstairs
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| Moving furniture around
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| Everybody moved out of my building last week
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| They threw the stuff they didn’t want on the ground
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| Took a look, I couldn’t believe the wonderful things I found
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| More furniture to move around
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| Moving furniture around
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| Moving furniture around
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| Moving furniture around |