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A key in the door, a step on the floor
A note on the table and a meal in the micro
Note says "I'm in bed, please make sure that you're fed
If you're taking a shower, you can borrow my bathrobe
And when I'm asleep, I dream you move in next week"
I crumple the note and save it to put inside
It's under my bed, it's never been read
It's in with my school stuff and my mom never cleans there
From my first little fib, when I still wore a bib
To my latest attempt at pretending at someone
Who's not seventeen, that doesn't know what you mean
When talks turns to single malts, or stilton, or
Did somebody tell you (oooooh)
This is how it's supposed to be? (oooooh)
Or did you just find it (oooooh)
And you don't want any more from me?
My shoe box (shoe box)
My shoe box of lies
My shoe box (shoe box)
My shoe box of lies
Lie...Lie...Lie...Lie
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