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Gross things in the fridge
Flatmate always fidgets
Go away together for work on a whim
Spray paint on the wall
Bullets - what the hell d'ya do that for
Basically, it's fun living with him

Someone's out to get us, it's simple to see
Nothing's ever safe in 221B

Yellow faces, books replace the
Bloody case notes I erased from
One wall's side, and yeah they're filed
But I'll only shift the gaze to
The kitchen table and the dresser, filled with science experiments
A study desk, well that's a mess too
But we're proud to present to you
Our flat above the cafe
Where we solve crimes, and we keep happy

Da da da, da da da
Da da da, da da da-ah

It's our preferation
Mind our decorations
Souvenirs reminding us where we've been
One drawer for a mobile
Over there's our case files
It's likely you'll block out what you've seen

People like to search the rooms, they won't find what they need
We're a magnet for trouble on Baker Street

Yellow faces, books replace the
Bloody case notes I erased from
One wall's side, and yeah they're filed
But I'll only shift the gaze to
The kitchen table and the dresser, filled with science experiments
A study desk, well that's a mess too
But we're proud to present to you
Our flat above the cafe
Where we solve crimes, and we keep happy

Strange wallpaper that's defaced
Some apparatus, that's my flatmate's
My laptop, sofa and chairs
Fingernail scrapes up the stairs

Yellow faces, books replace the
Bloody case notes I erased from
One wall's side, and yeah they're filed
But I'll only shift the gaze to
The kitchen table and the dresser, filled with science experiments
A study desk, well that's a mess too
But we're proud to present to you
Our flat above the cafe
Where we solve crimes, and we keep happy



Credits
Writer(s): Rowan Lewis
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