| 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 |
| And I shall never finish up
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| I’ll make myself no man |