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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