| Does anyone in here get hit
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| With inside fever?
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| So bad sometimes it’s hard
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| To move around
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| They’ll show you all the things
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| You are not doing
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| Instead of helping you they’ll
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| Lock you out
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| And you’re whining you shouldn’t waste your money
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| But the couch fibers keep you inside
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| So I’m so sorry I came in Late this evening
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| But all the clocks around
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| The town had died
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| And all the fruit store’s colors
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| Were so bright
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| With couples smiling
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| Cooking things tonight
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| And what were all those
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| Troubles on my mind
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| Oh I took a walk
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| The room is filled with men and coke
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| And I don’t break 'til midnight shock
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| Are you feeling warm tonight?
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| Turn it down? |
| Well, I just might
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| The room is filled with ancient apes
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| Where I’ve been and what I ate
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| What I asked you drill them out
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| And… every little doubt
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| The room is filled with gummy bears
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| Electric shavers, ingrown hairs
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| I keep the curtains high enough
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| You sleep on cotton, rest in fluff
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| The room is filled with catalogues
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| Encyclopaedias, books enough
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| To keep me busy in the morning
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| Sun sets fast without warning
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| The room is filled with cords and plugs
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| Electronic translucent bugs
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| And what’s that crawling all around?
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| What’s that twitching, is it still ALIVE!?
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| Is it still ALIVE!?
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| Is it still ALIVE!?
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| Does anyone in here get hit
|
| With inside fever?
|
| So bad sometimes it’s hard
|
| To move around
|
| They’ll show you all the things
|
| You are not doing
|
| Instead of helping you they’ll
|
| Lock you out
|
| And you’re whining you shouldn’t waste your money
|
| But the couch fibers keep you inside
|
| So I’m so sorry I came in Late this evening
|
| But all the clocks around
|
| The town had died
|
| And all the fruit store’s colors
|
| Were so bright
|
| With couples smiling
|
| Cooking things tonight
|
| And what were all those
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| Troubles on my mind
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| Yes I took a walk
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| Oh I like a walk |