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The house in which I've lived since I was six
Is made of lumber all in none-by-fours
The candles are all longer than the wicks
And all the tables are made out of floors

The closets are much larger than the rooms
The walls are paper-thin and single-ply
The chimney doesn't even reach the flume
And ev'ry door has only got one side

The coatrack rests upon a pile of coats
The 'fridge can heat food better than the range
The sink could sink the bouyantest of boats
The sofa has an appetite for change

The water has a sort of sandy taste
The stairway dead-ends where the ceiling starts
The bed's the size of half a pillowcase
The cabinets are mostly shopping carts

The roof is a suspicious sky of blues
The clocks all stopped at ten to ten to ten
The radiator always blows a fuse
The cellar is a dugout in the den

Yet you may yearn for younger of a yurt
Or dine in dives with living rooms not dead
But if the home is where the heart can't hurt
Then here I'll hang my hat and hold my head