Being Boring

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I came across a cache of old photos And invitations to teenage parties
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 Dress in white one said, with quotations
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From someones wife,a famous writer In the nineteen-twenties

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When you're young you find inspiration in anyone who's ever gone
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  And opened up a closing door
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She said: we were never feeling bo -ooored  ooooooo ooooored

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Cause we were never being boring
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We had too much time to find for ourselves
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And we were never being boring
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We dressed up and fought, then thought: make amends
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And we were never holding back or worried that
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Time would come to an end
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We were always hoping that, looking back
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You could always rely on a friend

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  When I went I left from the station
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With a haversack and some trepidation

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  Someone said: if youre not careful
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You'll have nothing left and nothing
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To care for In the nineteen-seventies

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 But I sat back and looking forward
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My shoes were high and I had scored
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 I'd bolted through a closing door
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I would  never find myself feeling
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Booo-oooo-ooored

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Cause we were never being boring
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We had too much time to find for ourselves
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And we were never being boring
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We dressed up and fought, then thought: make amends
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And we were never holding back or worried that
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Time would come to an end
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We were always hoping that, looking back
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You could always rely on a friend

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