Wondering jets inside of me
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I've got the field day jitters,
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Wet watches and a bottle of Mr.Clean
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I'm a nervous wreck in the shape of a test
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I figure it's all about giving
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Causing all of the brain to slip into frame and
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Visit the space that it gives me for sleep
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Wondering jets inside of me
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I've got the field day jitters, jitters, jitters
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I'm an open nest, a paper address
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I can get lost in just living
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Blowing thoughts of regret you'll never forget the
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Feeling of falling and breaking
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This is me, your glue gun's dream
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A map of every road
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A friend that drops his nose
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But this can't be
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I'm a cracking machine
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My will is to hold and my creed is to be the unbreakable me
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Now it's time to fill up all the cracks in me, no stopping,
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No stopping, no stopping
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It's what I want
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It's what I see
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That I'm unbreakable, capable, breakable
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Bye-bye
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Never any doubt in me
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Field Day Jitters
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Tripping Daisy |