There is this thing-
Keeping everyone's lungs and lips locked
It is called fear and it's seeing a great renaissance
I fear nothing- Say it!
No you can't be afraid, if you ever want somebody near you
A triumphant success each time I'm still in tact-
What in the world would make you think that I was qualified for playing the part
Then you hang up the phone and feel badly for upsetting things-
But how many written lines do you need to capture your life
Are you there are you there are you there I don't know if you care
I'd say I'm sorry but it's hard to speak with both feet in my mouth
I'd have to admit it's getting better
It's getting better all the time
I think I'll wait another year
I'm not as callous as you think
I think I'll wait another year
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