| I’ve got a leaky ceiling rain keeps pouring on my head
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| This old house of mine’s 'bout run out of time
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| I’ve got to find a better stead
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| The winter winds whistle in my window
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| Boards keep creaking on the floor
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| This run-down old place’s bout run out of space
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| Got boxes piled up to the door
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| I’ve been looking high I’ve been looking low
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| Been turning over every stone
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| I’ve been looking here I been looking there
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| Been searching for my happy home
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| I’ve been going round in circles looking for a for rent sign
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| I’ve been making circles in the classifieds
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| Reading 'til my eyes go blind
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| I’ll tell you why I’m in such a hurry
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| I just got the news today
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| That baby of mine’s gone and changed her mind
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| Now she’s coming back to stay
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| I’ve been looking high I’ve been looking low
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| Been turning over every stone
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| I’ve been over here
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| I’ve been over there
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| Been looking for my happy home
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| Scrape me off this ole ceiling
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| The sky’s the limit today
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| I’ve got a sneaky feeling
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| That things are gonna come my way
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| I’ve been looking up I’ve been looking down
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| Been turning over every stone
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| I’ve been looking in I’ve been looking out
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| Been searching for my happy home |