We're a nation full of dumbbells
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Pulling nightshifts at the gym
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We're a nation full of bookworm girls
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Dumbing down to fall in love with them
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We're a nation full of suspects
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Whistling Dixie at the scene
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We're a nation full of bad detectives
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Selling clues to everyone we meet
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We're a nation full of envy
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Insecure and losing sleep
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We're a nation full of jealous boyfriends
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Driven by facts and history
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We're a nation full of ivy
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It's wall-to-wall-to-wall, all green
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We're a nation full of sound byte blood cells
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Bound in knots and swelling down the stream
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We wrap bibles up in blankets
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Just in case we're watched in sleep
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But it's the slingshots underneath our pillows
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That keep us calm and rested and relieved
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'Cause we're a nation built on eggshells
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Bandages and appleseeds
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Attractive homes and top bruised foundations
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That come apart gradually
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Before they're leveled completely
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Whistling Dixie
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| Kevin Devine |
