| The air is getting so thick, it’s almost making me sick, cause I’m just
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| sittin’around waiting
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| for something to go’click, but
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| nothing’s clicking at all except for the clock on the wall and a second feels
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| like eternity. |
| Boy,
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| I’m having a ball… and it’s
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| moments like this that are really making me miss the times when a word like
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| boredom just
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| didn’t exist, yeah those times
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| where a lot better but sooner or later I’ll be coming back so strong although
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| you wouldn’t have
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| thought I’d get up! |
| Wanna
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| move, wanna grove, wanna live, wanna prove, I can do anything that I really
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| wanna do…
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| There’s something about boredom that’s making me sick!
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| There’s something about life I’m missing a kick!
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| There’s something about boredom that’s making me sick!
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| There’s something about life I’m missing in a kick…
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| Gimme that kick, boy!
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| I’m staring holes in the ceiling cause I’m hating that feeling, I’m bored to
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| the bone and my
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| head starts reeling… and the
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| walls around me, they surround me like a giant fist, ready to pound me…
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| over and over and
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| over again, I’ve been caught
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| up in boredom since I don’t know when, I just want get out, I wanna scream out
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| and shout: I
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| never wanna be bored again
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| cause it’ll make me freak out. |
| I don’t care, truth or dare, would someone help
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| me out of
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| there, so I can do anything,
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| anytime, anywhere
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| I’m missing a kick, I’m missing a kick, I’m missing a goddamn a goddamn kick…
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| gimme that
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| kick boy… yeah, there’s
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| something about boredom that’s making me sick |