The House Beside Mine
The house beside mine
Is a carbon copy
Through coated in grey
And the inside smells of cats and cigarettes
There are dogs begging to be released
And their howling comes up from the basement
While the TV blares
With no one to watch it
The driveway is empty
Because they rarely see each other
Oh, to live in a white house
I count my lucky stars
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