| The seasons are changing
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| But my world always stays the same
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| Children laugh behind my back
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| They’re younger everytime
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| All my friends are having kids
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| But nobody’s sure why
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| I guess they’ll procreate until they die
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| Everyone is boring
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| Everything is lame
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| Everybody think they’re not the same
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| So why don’t we get boring?
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| Let’s get old and lame
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| Let’s get a house and kids and change your name
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| I’m torn on the inside
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| A little ashamed to say
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| The house out in the suburbs calls my name
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| I’m not insane but maybe I should be
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| It would explain some things
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| I 'Web-MD'ed myself but somehow nothing’s ever wrong
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| Everyone is boring
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| Everything is lame
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| Everybody think they’re not the same
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| So why don’t we get boring?
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| Let’s get old and lame
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| Let’s get a house and kids and change your name
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| Wow, it’s really bringing me down
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| That the house with the picket fence is calling out
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| Oh, I’d rather rot in hell
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| Than watch you become someone lame with someone else
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| That’d really bring me down
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| That’d really bring me down
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| Let’s get old and boring
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| Let’s both become lame
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| Get a house and kids and change your name
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| 'Cause I don’t think you’re boring
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| I don’t think you’re lame
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| Let’s get a house in summer up in Maine
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| Let’s get old and boring
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| Let’s both become lame
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| We could be so boring
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| Let’s get a house and kids and change your name |