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A squeaky gate, a welcome mat
A big shaggy dog that lives out back
And some might even call it a shack but
This is the house where love lives
The paint is peelin' off of the ceils
The mailbox is full of bills
And it's no mansion on the hill but
This is the house where love lives
There's a little boy who looks just you with
Freckles on his nose and eyes of blue
A little girl almost two and everybody
Says she looks just like you
So thank you dear for loving me
Though I know rich we'll never be
But that doesn't matter to you and me 'cause
We live in the house where love lives
So thank you dear for loving me though
I know rich we'll never be
But that doesn't matter to you and me 'cause
We live in the house where love lives
We live in the house where love lives
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