| How many people rise and say
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| «My brain’s so awfully glad to be here
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| For yet another mindless day»?
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| I’ve got all morning to obsessively accrue
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| A small nation of meaningful objects
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| And they’ve got to represent me too
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| By this afternoon, I’ll live in debt
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| By tomorrow, be replaced by children
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| How many people rise and think
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| «Oh good, the stranger’s body’s still here
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| Our arrangement hasn’t changed?»
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| Now I’ve got a lifetime to consider all the ways
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| I’ve grown more disappointing to you
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| As my beauty warps and fades
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| I suspect you feel the same
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| When I was young, I dreamt of a passionate obligation to a roommate
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| Is this the part where I get all I ever wanted?
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| Who said that?
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| Can I get my money back?
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| Just a little bored in the USA
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| Oh, just a little bored in the USA
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| Save me, white Jesus
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| Bored in the USA
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| Oh, they gave me a useless education
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| And a subprime loan
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| On a craftsman home
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| Keep my prescriptions filled
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| And now I can’t get off
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| But I can kind of deal
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| Oh, with being bored in the USA
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| Oh, just a little bored in the USA
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| Save me, President Jesus
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| I’m bored in the USA
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| How did it happen?
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| Bored in the USA |