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
  When I'm asleep I dream you move in next week"
  I crumple the note and save it to put inside
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  My shoe box
  Shoe box of lies
  Shoe box
  Shoe box of lies
    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 I'm someone
  Who's not seventeen, doesn't know what you mean
  When talk turns to single malts, or stilton, or
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    Did somebody tell you
  This is how it's supposed to be?
  Or did you just find it
  And you don't want any more from me?
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    Was it something I said, or was it something you read
  That's making me think that I should never have come here
  I can offer you lies, I can tell you good-bye,
  I can tell you I'm sorry, But I can't tell you the truth, dear
  And what if I could - would it do any good?
  You'll still never get to see the contents of
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    You're so nineteen-ninety
  And it's nineteen-ninety-four
  Leave this world behind me
  'Cause you don't want me anymore