Son of a Builder

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Son of a Builder

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May 9, 2005.

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Far from feeling safer, I awake at noon Read the local paper on a dirty afternoon Each day they're closer, and each day I sleep And I'm just trying to tell myself I've got everything I need The bullies and the liars wake me up at night They keep me in suspense Why don't they stay well out of sight? Fully-furnished I am Yeah, spitting and I can't sleep And I'm just trying to tell myself I've got everything I need It's the fact that I can't help myself And it's myself I can't deceive I get enough protection Lock it up inside your stalls You think your best intentions Then you piss it up the wall Fully-fledged suburban Yeah, each day it's set to repeat And I'm just trying to tell myself I've got everything I need It's the fact that I can't help myself And it's myself I can't believe And I'm just trying to tell myself I've got everything I need And I keep trying to mend myself And remember what is real It's the fact that I can't help myself And it's myself I don't believe And I'm just trying to tell myself I've got everything I need

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