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Our House

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Our House è stato pubblicato il 14 novembre 2000 da Hip-O (UC) come parte dell'album Ultimate Collection

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PANORAMICA

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PERFORMING ARTISTS

Christopher Foreman

Christopher Foreman

Guitar

Cathal Smyth

Background Vocals

Lee Thompson

Saxophone

Graham McPherson

Graham McPherson

Lead Vocals

Mark Bedford

Bass Guitar

Michael Barson

Keyboards

Daniel Woodgate

Daniel Woodgate

Drums

Mark Bedford

Bass

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Christopher Foreman

Christopher Foreman

Songwriter

Cathal Smyth

Songwriter

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Clive Langer

Producer

Alan Winstanley

Alan Winstanley

Producer

David Wooley

Engineer

Jeremy Allom

Engineer

Testi

Father wears his Sunday best

Mother's tired she needs a rest

The kids are playing up downstairs

Sister's sighing in her sleep

Brother's got a date to keep

He can't hang around

Our house, in the middle of our street

Our house, in the middle of our

Our house it has a crowd

There's always something happening

And it's usually quite loud

Our mum she's so house-proud

Nothing ever slows her down

And a mess is not allowed

Our house, in the middle of our street

Our house, in the middle of our

Our house, in the middle of our street

(Something tells you that you get away from it)

Our house, in the middle of our

Father gets up late for work

Mother has to iron his shirt

Then she sends the kids to school

Sees them off with a small kiss

She's the one they're going to miss

In lots of ways

Our house, in the middle of our street

Our house, in the middle of our

I remember way back then when

Everything was true and when

We would have such a very good time

Such a fine time

Such a happy time

And I remember how we'd play

Simply waste the day away

Then we'd say

Nothing would come between us

Two dreamers

Father wears his Sunday best

Mother's tired she needs a rest

The kids are playing up downstairs

Sister's sighing in her sleep

Brother's got a date to keep

He can't hang around

Our house, in the middle of our street

Our house, in the middle of our street

Our house, in the middle of our street

Our house, in the middle of our

Our house, was our castle and our keep

Our house, in the middle of our street

Our house, that was where we used to sleep

Our house, in the middle of our street

Our house, in the middle of our street

Written by: Carl Smyth, Christopher Foreman

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