Is the grass greener?
Are there less weeds?
Are you lonely?
Are you happy?
My view, I see holes in your home,
cracks in the foundation,
the walls are starting to crumble.
Is the grass greener?
Are there less weeds?
Are you lonely?
Are you happy?
I hear the creaks and groans of the old timber bones.
Your house, don't look like a home.
Are there less weeds?
Are you lonely?
Are you happy?
My view, I see holes in your home,
cracks in the foundation,
the walls are starting to crumble.
Is the grass greener?
Are there less weeds?
Are you lonely?
Are you happy?
I hear the creaks and groans of the old timber bones.
Your house, don't look like a home.
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