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lyrics
I hear it all through my paper thin walls.
I don’t care at all if they bare it all.
The couple beside me drink, fight, and fuck.
They're sweet when they're sober but they're mean when they're drunk.
They’re getting back together when they’re not breaking up.
Of course we’ve all been there and I wish them both good luck.
When you’re in it, it’s hard to face the fact
That you’re better off moving on than holding each other back.
I hear it all through my paper thin walls,
Unaware of an audience forbearing applause.
The lady upstairs repairs violins.
She sings in the shower and with the records she spins.
With a pump organ in the morning she practices hymns,
And plays rock and roll when the night time begins.
I hum along to her songs and wonder if she knows,
Or if I’m the phantom of her floorboards or a haunted radio.
I hear it all through my paper thin walls,
Bedtime prayers and bathroom phone calls.
The person in the basement can lament all day long.
I’d like to reach out thru the walls and ask what is wrong.
At least they’re not alone and I can tell from their tone
It’s their mother or ex lover on the other side of the phone.
Behind closed doors therein lies the truth,
I’ve no advice to give from my voyeur confession booth.
I hear it all through my paper thin walls.
I don’t care at all if they bare it all.
'Cause I tune it all out instead
As I lay awake in bed,
I'll replay the day in my head,
And say the things I wish I said.
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