| Far from feeling safer, I awake at noon
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| Read the local paper on a dirty afternoon
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| Each day they’re closer, and each day I sleep
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| And I’m just trying to tell myself
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| I’ve got everything I need
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| The bullies and the liars wake me up at night
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| They keep me in suspense
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| Why don’t they stay well out of sight?
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| Fully-furnished I am
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| Yeah, spitting and I can’t sleep
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| And I’m just trying to tell myself
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| I’ve got everything I need
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| It’s the fact that I can’t help myself
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| And it’s myself I can’t deceive
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| I get enough protection
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| Lock it up inside your stalls
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| You think your best intentions
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| Then you piss it up the wall
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| Fully-fledged suburban
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| Yeah, each day it’s set to repeat
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| And I’m just trying to tell myself
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| I’ve got everything I need
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| It’s the fact that I can’t help myself
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| And it’s myself I can’t believe
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| And I’m just trying to tell myself
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| I’ve got everything I need
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| And I keep trying to mend myself
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| And remember what is real
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| It’s the fact that I can’t help myself
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| And it’s myself I don’t believe
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| And I’m just trying to tell myself
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| I’ve got everything I need |