My friends are working on avoiding me
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So when we meet I keep my mouth real busy
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Talk out my nervous energy
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It never works
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I throw darts at the wall and get sloppy
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But it's alright now
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If I seem surprised, it's just a joke I'm trying out
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But if it floats, I guess I'll keep it around
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A woman gestures lazily
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Through the hoods in my eyes I see her shaking her jewelry
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It casts a perfect light on me
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I feel moved and that's strange
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But lately, I've been acting really strangely
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So it's alright now
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I'm keeping distracted to blunt my reactions
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And anyhow
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You think less when there's less for you to think about
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A paralyzed puppet sits stiff in the window
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Grinding his teeth and playing piano
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All his songs bleed together in a flatline blur
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A broken litany of worthless words
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Creating space while your drinks get served
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I know it gets on your nerves
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Just try to pretend like it's not work
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A little denial never hurts
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A Flatline Blur
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| Kevin Devine |
