| Up every morning just to keep a job
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| Gotta fight my way through the husslin' mob
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| Sounds of the city poundin' in my brain
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| While another day goes down the drain
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| But it’s a five o’clock world when the whistle blows
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| No one owns a piece of my time
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| And there’s a five o’clock me inside my clothes
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| Thinkin’that the world looks fine, yeah (yodel)
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| Tradin' my time for the pay I get
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| Livin' on the money that I ain’t made yet
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| Gotta keep going, gotta make my way
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| But I live for the end of the day
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| Cause it’s a five o’clock world when the whistle blows
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| No one owns a piece of my time
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| And there’s a long haired girl who waits, I know
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| To ease my troubled mind, yeah (yodel)
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| In the shelter of her arms everythings okay
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| She talks and the world goes slippin' away
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| I know the reason I can still go on When every other reason is gone
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| Cause in my five o’clock world she waits for me Nothing else matters at all
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| Cause everytime my baby smiles at me
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| I know that its all worthwhile, yeah (yodel) |