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Someone's moving in next door. We liked it how it was before. You've got a gal; you've got a bed. Your eyes roll back inside your head. Suddenly there's three instead. We're on a binge; we're on a roll. It's all beyond a man's control. What was a trickle's now a roar. We've now become what we abhor. We hope the neighbors understand. You can't withstand so much demand. We need the dough; we sold the land. A man begins to think about moving on and moving out. Look around. You might still get a place that isn't ruined, yet. We don't much like it anymore. Someone's moving in next door.
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Jul 15, 2017
Jul 15, 2017 at 7:49 AM UTC
Next Door
Someone's moving in next door. We liked it how it was before. You've got a gal; you've got a bed. Your eyes roll back inside your head. Suddenly there's three instead. We're on a binge; we're on a roll. It's all beyond a man's control. What was a trickle's now a roar. We've now become what we abhor. We hope the neighbors understand. You can't withstand so much demand. We need the dough; we sold the land. A man begins to think about moving on and moving out. Look around. You might still get a place that isn't ruined, yet. We don't much like it anymore. Someone's moving in next door.
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Missoula, MT
Jul 15, 2017
Jul 15, 2017 at 7:49 AM UTC
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