| A key in the door, a step on the floor
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| A note on the table, and a meal in the micro
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| Note says «I'm in bed, please make sure that you’re fed
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| if you’re taking a shower, you can borrow my bathrobe
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| When I’m asleep I dream you move in next week»
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| I crumple the note and save it to put inside
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| Chorus:
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| My shoe box
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| Shoe box of lies
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| Shoe box
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| Shoe box of lies
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| it’s under my bed, it’s never been read
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| it’s in with my school stuff and my mom never cleans there
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| From my first little fib, when I still wore a bib
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| To my latest attempt at pretending I’m someone
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| Who’s not seventeen, doesn’t know what you mean
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| Chorus
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| Did somebody tell you
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| This is how it’s supposed to be?
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| Or did you just find it And you don’t want any more from me?
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| Chorus
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| Was it something I said, or was it something you read
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| That’s making me think that I should never have come here
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| I can offer you lies, I can tell you good-bye.
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| I can tell you I’m sorry, But I can’t tell you the truth, dear
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| And what if I could -- would it do any good?
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| You’ll still never get to see the contents of Chorus
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| You’re so nineteen-ninety
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| And it’s nineteen-ninety-four
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| Leave this world behind me
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| 'Cause you don’t want me anymore. |