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look at us in the morning too tired to get a shirt on too tired to get a raise |
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listen up car, start, get ready to go |
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put me on your shoulder take me where you want |
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like "oh my god i'm here, i'm not" |
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we used to build cities out of old plastic blocks |
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and at the end of the day |
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we'd tear them down for fun |
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now we've got to build a solid structure to stand on |
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now we've got a second set of teeth to take care of |
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and i am your second skin |
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i'm here to take from you your thoughts |
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i am the strapping young son in the second grade |
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my teachers think i'm quiet cause i do everything they say |
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they talk; i play with puppets by myself in my back yard |
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while the other kids tramp through the woods, |
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toy guns around their arms |
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ask yourself, ask yourself and i know you'll come up dry |
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when i still wake you up at three AM for no reason |
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i am your second skin |
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i'm here to take from you your thoughts |
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look, stop, take a breath |
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my mother says |
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don't forget to turn the light off when you leave a room, son |
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no, I'm not done yet, there's wet paint upon my hands |
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and I shall never finish up |
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i'll make myself no man |
