No one means what they say
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And you can tell as clear as deep-sea fish
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All internal organs and glowing eyes
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I¡¯ve been good, I¡¯ve been busy
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I¡¯ve realized my friend¡¯s true intentions
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Cut all ties
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I¡¯ve been doing ten thousand pushups a day
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Plastic cube filled with pus that sits atop my supervisor¡¯s desk
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The feeling of ice on the inside of a wrist
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Always tired, need a nap
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I have to make myself brush my teeth
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I¡¯ve made a list of everything I¡¯ve ever owned
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When the days bring nothing new
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And the sound of laughter makes you sick
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And snide
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You know you¡¯ve got the jitters
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Nothing¡¯s wrong, I¡¯m just fine
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I¡¯ve realized I just don¡¯t like jokes
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I¡¯m thinking of moving I can¡¯t call anyone back
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You can tell every time they lean away
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When you just want to talk
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You couldn¡¯t buy their interest now
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Stolen cars in a heap
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A naked body on the neighbor¡¯s yard
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When they let you down on cue
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When you give up way before you even try
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You know you¡¯ve got
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You¡¯ve got the jitters
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They glows as they near
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Then disappear
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Like highway signs on a starless night
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And it¡¯s so hard to tell who¡¯s being fled
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And who¡¯s in flight
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The Jitters
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| Dismemberment Plan |
