Disco! in the Panic Room

I've got skills, they don't know where to use me
 I'm like the best dressed dude at the nude beach
 Nice to meet you
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 I am more the quiet type
 I tend to be a shier guy
 As safe as knee and elbow pads in cul de sacs with traffic lights
 I spend most of my time alone
 It's not all that bad you know
 I lost some weight from anxious pacing talking on the telephone
 If I look cool I'm fooling you
 At any point you can assume
 My mind's computing every path that screws up what I wanna do
 Lock the door
 Seal it too
 Dancing in the panic room
 I made a promise
 Now I feel nauseous
 As if I chugged a cup of stuff you clean your countertops with
 But no Lysol won't solve this
 So I am out of options
 It's past my bedtime and I'm honestly exhausted
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 And I just wanna be more than nostalgia
 Received like a hotdog down at the dog park
 Be your best friend
 
 The things that I can't shoulder well
 I pass onto my older self
 And hope I learn to cope so I don't end up broke or overwhelmed
 'Cause vocally, I'm not the best
 I'm openly admitting that
 But if you cared I doubt you would have made it past "McCracken", yeah
 If I look brave I'm secretly
 Pretending I'm a different me
 The one on stage who plays and
 Sings and claps and shouts and basically
 Behind the door
 Just out of view
 Dancing in the panic room
 I made a promise
 Now I feel nauseous
 As if I chugged a cup of stuff you clean your countertops with
 But no Lysol won't solve this
 So I am out of options
 It's past my bedtime and I'm honestly exhausted
 But if you want it
 Hey, hey, hey
 Hey, hey, hey
 Hey, hey, hey
 Hey, hey, hey
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 Now wouldn't it be the best if all the answers to our
 Questions came as sheepish realizations obvious in retrospective?
 Like the answer for anxiety that's crept into your head
 Is as simple as your printer, you forgot to plug it in
 Instead of playing Twister with my lyrics 'cause I can and
 Filling every syllable with lots of bull should I instead
 Give you the simple sing-a-long that you're all hoping will come next
 Or do I load this mother up and do-da-do what I do best?
 So here's my promise
 Don't aim for flawless
 'Cause some of your best art is made with chalk on your sidewalk, it's
 Gone when you wash it off, it's
 Not made for fame or profits
 It's looking back and giving all you got to top it
 But if you want it
 Hey, hey, hey
 Hey, hey, hey
 Hey, hey, hey
 Hey, hey, hey
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 Hey, hey, hey