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  • Lyrics:Steven Page/Ed Robertson Music:Steven Page
    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
    Chorus:
    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
    Chorus
    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?
    Chorus
    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
    Chorus
    You're so nineteen-ninety
    And it's nineteen-ninety-four
    Leave this world behind me
    'Cause you don't want me anymore.
  • Lyrics:Steven Page/Ed Robertson Music:Steven Page
    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
    Chorus:
    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
    Chorus
    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?
    Chorus
    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
    Chorus
    You're so nineteen-ninety
    And it's nineteen-ninety-four
    Leave this world behind me
    'Cause you don't want me anymore.