We'll get older
We'll get bored out of our mind
Get cold shoulders
Walk a line
We'll get older
We'll get bored out of our mind
Get cold shoulders
Walk a line
We live in the city of norms
Spoon-fed from the day that we were born
Yet the clown
He promissed a balloon
To get us closer to the moon
When there's hunger at the door
We start heading for the stars
What we're looking for we can't define
Not this time
We'll get older
We'll get bored out of our mind
Get cold shoulders
Walk a line
We'll get older
We'll get bored out of our mind
Get cold shoulders
Walk a line
We wear this city's uniform
And even the hungry girls can't keep our kicks warm
The clown
He sold us a balloon
To get us closer to the moon
One day when boredom hits us hard
We start heading for the stars
What we're looking for we can't define
Like it was Maria who was always on our mind
We'll get older
We'll get bored out of our mind
Get cold shoulders
Walk a line
We'll get older
We'll get bored out of our mind
Get cold shoulders
Walk a line
We'll get older
We'll get bored out of our mind
Get cold shoulders
Walk a line
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