| I wash my car out of boredom, I eat out of boredom
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| I love my life
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| I hear terrifying news and I know the world is going crazy
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| I get excited every sunday when my love shows up for a ride
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| And it feels so cozy and so right
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| When tedium, tedium is by my side
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| When we are born, we’re born with tears in our eyes
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| We go to school and we ask why, tell me why
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| Dying, dying, dying in slow motion
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| It feels like crying, crying, crying in the rain
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| Dying, dying, dying in slow motion
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| I hope my life was good enough to entertain
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| She starts to work every monday, she rests on a sunday
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| She loves her life
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| She heard, the buisness of her neighbour’s wife is kind of shady
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| She earns her money as a clearer
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| She’s happy when the laundry dries
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| And she feel so happy and so right
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| When tedium, tedium is on her side
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| When we are born, we’re born with tears in our eyes
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| We go to school and we ask why, tell me why
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| We go to work, life’s passing by, it’s passing by
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| We’re getting old and mortified, too weak to say goodbye
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| Dying, dying, dying…
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| Crying, crying, crying… |