Written by James Clark.
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Leave the grease and grime and erect a sign.
Drive it straight through my heart, and then you drive away the car.
Without me, without you, things have come unglued,
And I get the feeling the ceiling’s falling in on me.
In this house for sale in a very pleasant neighborhood.
There’s a house for sale, you know I’d stay if I could,
But there are just too many bad memories that hit me rough,
‘Cause there was never any love in this house for sale.
No electricity just like between you and me.
I’m in the dark with my ears, it sounds like I’ve been there for years.
Now with eyes wide open I see happy home is broken,
And I get the feeling the ceiling’s coming down on me.
In this house for sale in a very pleasant neighborhood.
There’s a house for sale, you know I’d stay if I could,
But there are just too many bad memories that hit me rough,
‘Cause there was never any love in this house for sale.
You need a change of address.
I need a change from this mess.
And home is where the heart…home is where the heart…
Home is where the heart attack is!
Without you, without me, the white picket fence is peeling,
And I cannot stop this feeling oh no, oh no!
In a house for sale in a very pleasant neighborhood.
There’s a house for sale, you know I’d stay if I could,
But there are just too many bad memories that hit me rough,
‘Cause there was never any love, no there was never any love,
Well there was never any love in this house for sale.
© James Clark 2004
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