| Like the movers and the shakers, I can feel the pressure burn
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| Like you, I’m caught up in the race
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| I’m addicted to the rush, under stress, a prisoner
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| And I don’t even know my name
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| Sometimes I feel like I’ve been wasting precious time
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| Life passes by when you’re slaving to the grind
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| What really matters when I cross the finish line
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| Am I wasting my life?
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| When I’m reaching for the answers I can never trust my lust
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| I’m only reaping what I sow
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| If I’m a lover of the money, I will never have enough
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| Can’t take it with you when you go
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| Right now I feel like I’ve been wasting precious time
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| Life passes by when you’re slaving to the grind
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| What really matters when I cross the finish line
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| I know I’m wasting my life
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| Caught up in a rat race, playing in the devil’s game
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| Living in the fast lane, and I’m burning the flame
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| Caught up in a rat race, playing in the devil’s gave
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| Living in the fast lane, and I’m feeling the strain
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| On my life, my life, on my life!
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| I can’t take it any longer
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| I can not take much more, oh, no!
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| I won’t waste it any longer
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| My life is mine no more
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| I’m caught up in a rat race, playing in the devil’s game
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| Living in the fast lane, and I’m burning the flame
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| Caught up in a rat race, playing in the devil’s gave
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| Living in the fast lane, and I’m feeling the strain
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| I’m caught up in a rat race, playing in the devil’s game
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| Living in the fast lane, and I’m burning the flame
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| Caught up in a rat race, playing in the devil’s gave
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| Living in the fast lane, and it’s time for a change
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| In my life, my life, in my life!
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| Rat, rat, rat race!
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| Caught up in a rat race |