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Your eyes hit a gilded window
When the Housewives' Journal, started closing every door
The wind's so strong and you decided
That you just don't want to be carried with it anymore

Pre-Chorus
Oh my god the neighbours
Just can't put a word to it, never seem to write or call
Greetings to the sister
As you're strutting through your suburb, watching ladies trip and fall

Chorus
She came when he left, never thought it was a big decision
Gave up on lives that revolved around car ignition
Hey, do you ever get the feeling everything is working out okay

Verse 2
Sunday afternoon sure used to sting until
The drinks kicked in at ten
But now you've got a collective
Surely nothing ordinary, kicking up a storm again

Pre-Chorus
Oh my god the neighbours
Just can't put a word to it, never seem to write or call
Greetings to the sister
As you're strutting through your suburb, watching ladies trip and fall

Chorus
She came when he left, never thought it was a big decision
Gave up on lives that revolved around beer and fishing
Hey, do you ever get the feeling everything is working out okay