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Maybe I Was Boring Wilbur Soot He never had cool stories He doesn't make your heart beat Used to love his mystery But now he's just exhausting Another day spent just laying in his room The stench of incense And some undelivered food And she thought "What if he thinks I'm the one? And I'll be forced to rot away With him and his obsessions, with trivial things Like the amount of fucking love hearts I finish a text message with" And when you hold his hands It doesn't feel like flying And when you take his breath away He might as well be dying And you're dying to breathe You're trapped in his cage And it's shrinking And she thought "What if he just never leaves? Or if he doesn't get the message? And he doesn't hear my please?" So she just started screaming "Why can't he just bore me to death?" (Why can't he just bore me to death?) "Oh, why can't he just bore me to death?" (Why can't he just bore me to death?) "Oh, why can't he just bore me to death?" (Why can't he just bore me to death?) "Oh, why can't he just bore me to death?" We all move on Some faster than others We all know We all sacrifice In a bath late in the evening, building up sorrow But I can't say that I Wasted my time
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This is the part where I shut up and let you infest my brain But it's OK, it's a strategy to ensure I remain You'll never get rid of me, well I'm like a fucking disease I'll make a home in your gut 'Cause it's somewhere warm to sleep It's OK It's OK Eat my rent and eat my food And eat my dues and eat those kids And maybe use a sextant
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'Cause I'm built by you And I can't say that I Am glad it is over 'Cause that wouldn't be true So, thank you Oh, thank you All I can say is "thank you" But I can't say that I Won't miss you One, two, three, four Bouncer greets us at tmber that day in the summer When you were sat on me And we cried, oh, how whe door He can tell we've been here before, so he lets us pass And we climb up 15 flights of stairs And find that spot in the corner, just over there It's only 6:30, but we're starting to drink I'm ordering the usual I think I need a change of pace London's bursting at the seams It's not quite the place I hoped I'd be It's white wine in a Wetherspoons It's fine dining with cheap perfume Its country walks down the motorway How many drugs have you done today? 'Cause concrete sculptures and broken glass It's the lamp posts who guide our paths, because the moon can't get in And the clouds hang heavy, blocking out his pursuit And booze hangs limply on our rental suits 'Cause we're fires, we're burning bright Breaking bottles and starting fights But the evening has other plans Run as they pull up with two more vans It's white wine in a Wetherspoons It's fine dining with cheap perfume Its country walks down the motorway How many drugs have you done today? But I won't fuss I'll let you pass No, I won't fuss I'll let you pass 'Cause it's only white wine in a Wetherspoons Fine dining with cheap perfume DLR closed due to workers' strikes God knows how I'll get home tonight I lost the passion that comes with living Since I started university I took a geography course to learn the datelines And maybe use a sextant But now I just press facsimiles And you're exactly who you wanted to be, that's what you said 'Cause you wanna watch TV, and sleep all day, and lay in bed but You're forgetting that I've got to go to work and eat my food And pay my rent and reproduce and feed those kids And maybe use a sextant I don't miss you I miss the thought of what we were
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