| Your world is television, hand held remote control
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| Much safer with your box, locked up inside your home
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| Too scared of confrontation, to shy of what might be
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| Your greatest triumphs or your fallen philosophies
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| And so you stay
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| Stepped out when you were younger, told you’re not wanted here
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| Not like the other upstarts, hanging about round there
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| And do they know you, I doubt
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| They can’t help it but I can live without it
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| Tell them from me, to shut their mouths
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| Life is boring,
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| You can’t stand getting up in the morning
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| Predictable, repetition, you need a hand to change your condition
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| What is the meaning?
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| Of everything that you believe in
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| Get up leave town, coz it’s your final warning
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| Move to the city where life ain’t boring
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| It’s all so complicated
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| Where do you leave your soul
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| The place where you were born in
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| Or where you want to go
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| Suburbs don’t hold the answer
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| Closed minds, forgotten youth
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| You only want to reason,
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| You only want the truth
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| And do they know you, I doubt
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| They can’t help it but I can live without it
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| Tell them from me, to shut their mouths
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| Life is boring,
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| You can’t stand getting up in the morning
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| Predictable, repetition, you need a hand to change your condition
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| What is the meaning?
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| Of everything that you believe in
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| Get up leave town, coz it’s your final warning
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| Move to the city where life ain’t boring |