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The street is very wide
And i can't see across it
My house isn't clear to me
The cars move in between
Chorus and i say: question
When is a door not a door???
And i say: "that's not right!
Answer when it's a jar
The numbers soft as soap
And tend to bend in addition
They're much too wan for me
I'd prefer some consistancy
Chorus
The windows open wide
But i can't see out of it
The view is not very there
Some-times i look for it
Chorus
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