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I came across some casual photos |
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An invitations to teenage parties |
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Dress in white one said with quotations |
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From someone's wife, a famous writer |
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In my 1920's |
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When you're young you find inspiration |
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And anyone who's ever gone |
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And opened up a closing door |
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He said, we were never feeling bored' |
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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 till thoughts made amends |
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And we were never holding back |
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Or worried that time would come to an end |
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When I left |
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I went to the station |
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With a haversack and some trepidation |
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Someone said if you're not careful |
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You'll have nothing left and nothing to care for |
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In my nineteen seventies |
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But I sat back and looking forward |
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My shoes were high |
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I had spores |
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I bolted through a closing door |
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I would never find myself feeling bored' |
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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 till thoughts made amends |
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And we were never holding back |
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Or worried that 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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Now I sit in different faces |
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In rented rooms and foreign places |
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All the people |
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I was kissing |
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Some are here and some are missing |
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In my nineteen nineties |
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I never dreamt that |
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I would get to be |
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The creature that |
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I always meant to be |
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But I thought in spite of dreams |
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You'd be sitting somewhere here with me' |
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Cause we were never being boring |
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We were never being bored |
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We were never being boring |
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We were never being bored |
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We were never holding back |
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Or worried that 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 |
