| In my neighbourhood 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 neighbours talking 'bout you and me
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| Yes I’ve heard most every word 'cause the talkins loud and the walls are much
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| 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 and fall for a girl that doesn’t care
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| 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
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| 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 |