| I guess I like my job just fine
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| Taking orders, pouring wine
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| Yet inside, I am so unsure
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| 'Cause I long to be so much more
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| When I get home from work at night
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| I read up on the New York Times
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| Doze off in my computer screen
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| And pray it’s all a crazy dream
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| Through all the noise
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| She’s the anchor that is keeping me sound
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| Oh, my mind’s a ship that’s going down
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| I saw big tall mountains of green
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| On the cover of a magazine
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| And thought to myself with a smile
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| «I think I’ll go there for a while»
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| So I boarded a big jet plane
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| Left my problems in the USA
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| Had a lovely time in Ecuador
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| Now I’m right back where I was before
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| Through all the noise
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| She’s the anchor that is keeping me sound
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| Oh, my mind’s a ship that’s going down
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| Oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh
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| Oh, Hollywood has stole my soul
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| Those city lights swallow me whole
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| She’s nothing like the models on the screen
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| No, she’s the realest thing I’ve ever seen
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| Through all the noise
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| Love’s the only thing that matters anyhow
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| Oh, my mind’s a ship that’s going down
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| Oh, my mind’s a ship that’s going down
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| Oh, my mind’s a ship that’s going down |