Getting To Me

Waitress sets the tables
 Two and four and six
 Laying place mats
 Knife, fork, spoon upon napkin
 All the counter people
 She knows us all by name
 A counter people vision
 Everywhere, we are the same
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 Oh, and once everything starts to shift
 Tip the weight that makes this whole thing give
 Oh, but I don't know where to put my hands
 And the thought of silence makes me sick
 Hey, I think it might be getting to me
 Hey, I think it might be finally getting to me
 Hey, I think it might be finally getting to me
 Hey, I think it might be finally getting to me
 All the pretty people are out here
 The women with their jewels and their long dangling earrings
 And the men with one hand on the small of her back
 The other casually with his thumb through the belt loop of his waistband
 And so, you line 'em up
 A single cell and another one gone
 Ostracon vase with your name on the line
 Line 'em up, a single cell and another one gone
 Ostracon vase with your name on the line only to say
 Hey, I think it might be getting to me (getting to me, yeah)
 Hey, I think it might be finally getting to me (getting to me, yeah)
 Hey, I think it might be finally getting to me
 Hey, I think it might be finally getting to me