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They Might Be Giants The Else Climbing the Walls I can't talk, I got to go Don't call me back, I won't get the door Got to focus on the job 'Cause I got a new job climbing the walls I was grinding my teeth, I was wasting my youth And using up my teeth Now I'm done chewing my nails Hanging my head, chasing my tail It got so bad I quit my job Then I got a new job climbing the walls Too much junk, too much junk Can we please clear out this house? In the trunk, in the trunk And then we'll take it all to the dump Then we won't need the car 'Cause we'll stay where we are And I'll have all this room I got tired of pacing the floor Sick of it all, I'm done with the floor Walked away ever since I got a new job climbing the walls I was grinding my teeth, I was wasting my youth And using up my teeth Now I'm done chewing my nails Hanging my head, chasing my tail It got so bad I quit my job Then I got a new job climbing the walls The deep end, the deep end People talk a lot, but they don't know They pretend, they pretend They don't really know how deep it goes Now I misunderstood, Thought the wall was just good For staring blankly at I got tired of pacing the floor Sick of it all, I'm done with the floor Walked away ever since I got a new job climbing the walls Now I'm done chewing my nails Hanging my head, chasing my tail It got so bad I quit my job Then I got a new job climbing the walls Got a new job climbing the walls Got a new job climbing the walls |
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