A key in the door, a step on the floor,
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A note on the table, and a meal in the micro
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Note says "I'm in bed, please make sure that you're fed
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If you're taking a shower, you can borrow my bathrobe
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When I'm asleep I dream you move in next week"
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I crumple the note and save it to put inside
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My shoe box
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Shoe box of lies
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Shoe box
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Shoe box of lies
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it's under my bed, it's never been read
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it's in with my school stuff and my mom never cleans there
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From my first little fib, when I still wore a bib
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To my latest attempt at pretending I'm someone
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Who's not seventeen, doesn't know what you mean
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When talk turns to single malts, or stilton, or
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Did somebody tell you
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This is how it's supposed to be?
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Or did you just find it
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And you don't want any more from me?
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Was it something I said, or was it something you read
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That's making me think that I should never have come here
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I can offer you lies, I can tell you good-bye,
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I can tell you I'm sorry, But I can't tell you the truth, dear
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And what if I could - would it do any good?
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You'll still never get to see the contents of
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You're so nineteen-ninety
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And it's nineteen-ninety-four
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Leave this world behind me
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'Cause you don't want me anymore
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Shoe Box
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