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
And a mess is not allowed
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
Our house, in the middle of our street
The kids are playing up downstairs
Our house, was our castle and our keep.
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