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I called you twenty-seven times from blythe
While I was out on the road
Your stupid sister always picks up the phone
And says that you're not at home
I drink ensure to try and make me look healthy
But I feel like a lightweight
I try to talk real cool, try to act proud
But I still can't get a date

You're so busy
You're so busy
Now I'm incoherent
Feeling like a loser
You're so busy
You're so busy
Like a single parent
In a nuclear winter

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You told me my twig was as good as gold
And now I'm feeling real foolish
The ghosts of all my loves are coming back to haunt me
Now it feels really ghoulish
I read the art of war to try to get a battle plan
But I didn't get it
I watch the talk shows and I listen to my therapist
But I still feel like shit

You're so busy
You're so busy
Now I'm incoherent
Feeling like a loser
You're so busy
You're so busy
Like a single parent
In a nuclear winter

La la la la la
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Maybe if I could just walk on water
Then you couldn't ignore me
Or take a swan dive from twenty-seven stories
Could finally set me free
You give me one touch then you cast me aside
Just like a piece of lumber
Ooh, when I call you up and try to get a date, well you say
Here take a number

You're so busy
You're so busy
Now I'm incoherent
Feeling like a loser
You're so busy
You're so busy
Like a single parent
In a nuclear winter

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