- Our House

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November 12, 2015

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Father wears his Sunday best

Mother's tired she needs a rest
The kids are playing up downstairs
Sister's sighing in her sleep

Brother's got a date to keep
He can't hang around
Our house, in the middle of our street
Our house, in the middle of our
Our house it has a crowd
There's always something happening

And it's usually quite loud
Our mum she's so house-proud

Nothing ever slows her down
And a mess is not allowed
Our house, in the middle of our street
Our house, in the middle of our ...
Our house, in the middle of our street
Our house, in the middle of our ...

Something tells you that you've got to get away from it
Father gets up late for work

Mother has to iron his shirt
Then she sends the kids to school
Sees them off with a small kiss

She's the one they're going to miss
In lots of ways
Our house, in the middle of our street
Our house, in the middle of our ...
I remember way back then when everything was true and when
We would have such a very good time such a fine time

Such a happy time
And I remember how we'd play simply waste the day away

Then we'd say nothing would come between us two dreamers
Father wears his Sunday best
Mother's tired she needs a rest
The kids are playing up downstairs
Sister's sighing in her sleep

Brother's got a date to keep
He can't hang around
Our house, in the middle of our street
Our house, in the middle of our street
Our house, in the middle of our street
Our house, in the middle of our ...
Our house, was our castle and our keep
Our house, in the middle of our street
Our house, that was where we used to sleep
Our house, in the middle of our street
Our house, in the middle of our street

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