No one knows what goes on in the neighbourhood at night
Behind the picket fences out of mind and out of sight
There's monsters in the garden and creatures in the trees
And a window standing open in the cool autumn breeze
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Some things are better left unspoken
Some things are better left unsaid
Tomorrow morning the sun will still be shining
Tomorrow night the same moon will light you to bed
Don't act like a stranger when we've all been here before
Don't offer cheap solutions to the things you can't ignore
There's rats in every kitchen and ghosts in every bed
And no one knows what's buried out behind the garden shed
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Somewhere ther's a doctor, somewhere there's a priest
Somewhere there's a mother who still cries herself to sleep
The undertaker doffs his hat and blows a weary horn
And somewhere in the distance one more child is born
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