C                      D
I want to see inside other people's houses;
C                   D
It makes me warm inside.
C                     D
I get a thrill from other people's houses; 
C                     D
I get no thrill from mine.
D       
My house is lonely,
E
And it's full of memories 
D                   E
I'd just as soon forget.
D                      E
I'd rather just keep walking through the night
D                      Em
Than have to sleep in there.


G            D          Am              G
I'd like to see inside other people's houses,
D             G            C   G  D    G
I know it's wrong I can't help myself.
G          D          Am             G
I like to look into other people's houses ,
D              Em
And watch how they care,
D             Em              F                 Em
Although the love there, I cannot touch at least I can watch.

I'd like to look into other people's houses
than to live in mine.
My house is crowded, loaded up with loneliness,
there's no more room inside.
People who live there, they don't know happiness,
somehow they've missed it all;
no understanding, no sense of loving,
their tears drip down the wall.

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My house is crowded filled up with nothingness,
there's no more room in there;
and it's so noisey shouting with unhappiness,
up and down the stair.

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