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Boring SO Boring

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I'm sitting here in a boring room,
it's just another rainy sunday afternoon.
I'm waisting my time, I've got nothing to do,
I'm hanging around and I'm waiting for you,
but nothing ever happens and I wonder.

I'm driving around, in my car,
I'm driving too fast and I'm driving too far.
I'd like to change my point of view,
I feel so lonely, I'm waiting for you,
but nothing ever happens, and I wonder.

I wonder how, I wonder why,
yesterday you talked about the blue blue sky,
and all that I can see is just a yellow lemon tree.
I'm turning my head, up and down,
I'm turning, turning, turning, turning, turning around,
and all that I can see is just another lemon tree.

I'm sitting here, I miss the pal,
I'd like to go out, taking a shower,
but there's a heavy cloud inside my head.
I feel so tired, put myself into bed.
Well nothing ever happens, and I wonder.

Isolation, is not good for me.
Isolation, I don't want to sit on a lemon tree.

I'm stepping around in the desert of joy,
maybe anyhow I get another toy,
and everything will happen, and you wonder.

I wonder how, I wonder why,
yesterday you talked about the blue blue sky,
and all that I can see is just another lemon tree.
I'm turning my head, up and down,
I'm turning, turning, turning, turning, turning around,
and all that I can see is just a yellow lemon tree.