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Three houses down, theyve got it made theyre living fine How did I miss this, when living right was so close to mine I think I will try to look inside Inside their house, this isnt what I thought Id find They hate each other but they know theyve got to look right In our perfect town, our neighbors frown on breaking unsaid rules If you mow your lawn on Sundays, well take your kids out of school Four houses down, three kids living in a broken home Their parents screwed them over and its all that they know They tried to make this work so theyd look good for the neighborhood They tried and failed for selfish reasons, they thought they could get away with treason To the family that they made, together in this perfect place Were all marching to the same drummer The beat in our head keeps us much dumber Than the rest of humanity and still we try to be Perfect at our best, forget the rest of them We know how to live, you keep it all inside until you blow up Its better this way and well never change even if it doesnt make sense Aus Songtexte Mania