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The air is getting so thick, it’s almost making me sick, cause I’m just

sittin’around waiting

for something to go’click, but

nothing’s clicking at all except for the clock on the wall and a second feels

like eternity.

Boy,

I’m having a ball… and it’s

moments like this that are really making me miss the times when a word like

boredom just

didn’t exist, yeah those times

where a lot better but sooner or later I’ll be coming back so strong although

you wouldn’t have

thought I’d get up!

Wanna

move, wanna grove, wanna live, wanna prove, I can do anything that I really

wanna do…

There’s something about boredom that’s making me sick!

There’s something about life I’m missing a kick!

There’s something about boredom that’s making me sick!

There’s something about life I’m missing in a kick…

Gimme that kick, boy!

I’m staring holes in the ceiling cause I’m hating that feeling, I’m bored to

the bone and my

head starts reeling… and the

walls around me, they surround me like a giant fist, ready to pound me…

over and over and

over again, I’ve been caught

up in boredom since I don’t know when, I just want get out, I wanna scream out

and shout: I

never wanna be bored again

cause it’ll make me freak out.

I don’t care, truth or dare, would someone help

me out of

there, so I can do anything,

anytime, anywhere

I’m missing a kick, I’m missing a kick, I’m missing a goddamn a goddamn kick…

gimme that

kick boy… yeah, there’s

something about boredom that’s making me sick