This Microphone Lyrics - They Might Be Giants

Selflessly hiding all emotions inside 

Chilly and dry, New England style 

Nobody's figured out my twelve fatal flaws 

Who's keeping score? Who wins that war? 

I'm busting out 

And I know everyone agrees 

Caring is carting bad ideas to the dump 

And taking my time, taking my time 

Hey, this microphone was turned on all along 

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I tried returning all that stuff to the store 

But then I bought more, then I bought more 

I'm done explaining all these reckless displays 

Hard to defend, I'm in a haze 

Old stories told 

In brand-new clothes I bought today 

Photos 

Kindness is killing off my unfinished dreams 

And walking away, just walking away 

Hey, this microphone was turned on all along 

Caring is carting bad ideas to the dump 

And taking my time, taking my time 

Hey, this microphone was turned on all along