| Swimming on the surface
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| It’s a hell of a lot safer up here
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| Ain’t prepared to dive
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| And uncover all my darkest fears
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| This ain’t no covert operation
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| I don’t have that much concentration
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| Staring at the clock
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| And my patience is wearing thin
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| One more down the gullet
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| Keeps me from jumping out of my skin
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| This ain’t no covert operation
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| I’m lost in this fog of contradiction
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| I toast to the extras
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| I drink to them cause they don’t talk too much
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| They fill up space and entertain
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| And when I cut em loose, they don’t make a fuss
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| They all add up to zero in my mind
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| They’re just here to cure the boredom for the night
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| Now sometimes this leaves me feeling hollow
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| That’s when I take refuge in my pillow
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| This ain’t no covert operation
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| I’m not even ready for confession
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| I toast to the extras
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| I drink to them cause they don’t talk too much
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| They fill up space and entertain
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| And when I cut em loose, they don’t make a fuss
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| They all add up to zero in my mind
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| They’re just here to cure the boredom for the night
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| That’s right |