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You're staring at your watch,
you're staring at your watch again,
you're staring at your watch,
you're staring at your watch again
You're staring at your watch,
it's one of your neurotic habits,
like back at the party,
so sick of psycho sychophantics
You're hot,
you're cold,
you can't think about it,
you're like the books along your wall
You're jaded,
overrated,
there's no doubt about it,
so here's a new book for you to read
You're talking to yourself,
you're talking to yourself again,
you're talking to yourself,
you're talking to yourself again
You're talking to yourself,
about a friend who was put away,
for breaking in labs,
and once again, you've got nothing
of value to say
You're hot,
you're cold,
you can't think about it,
you're like the books along your wall
You're jaded,
overrated,
there's no doubt about it,
so here's a new book for you to read