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The Universality of Neighbourliness Lyrics
I'm living in this funny place
I cannot stand the human race
I do not want to look at my face
I'm just here
I wonder if the people next door are the same as me
Here they come across the fence
with axes, knives and chainsaws
ready to cut the hinges off the doors and
throw me in the creek in bits
I think maybe they're not the same as me
I cannot stand the human race
I do not want to look at my face
I'm just here
I wonder if the people next door are the same as me
with axes, knives and chainsaws
ready to cut the hinges off the doors and
throw me in the creek in bits
I think maybe they're not the same as me
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