| And I wake up, and start the day
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| Look in the mirror, yeah fine, okay
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| I’m tired, tired of getting through
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| Listening to Whitney as I board the train
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| What’s it all for? |
| Everyday’s the same
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| I’m tired, tired of getting through
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| And I can’t be the only one
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| I was on time to stare at a screen
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| Pencil pushing monotony
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| Oh, I’m tired, tired of getting through
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| Procrastinating, pens put in a line
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| Daydreaming of new alibis
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| I’m tired, tired of getting through
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| And the keys stuck in the front door
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| Had to wait an hour, it didn’t rain, it poured
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| I’m tired, tired of getting through
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| And I can’t be the only one
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| And I can’t be the only one
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| TV dinners, still don’t want to eat
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| Sex in the city, huh? |
| I’d be so lucky
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| I’m tired, tired of getting through
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| And it’s night time so I take off my clothes
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| Look in the mirror, swear I’m alone
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| I’m tired, tired of getting through
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| And I can’t be the only one
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| No, I can’t be the only one
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| Tired of getting through
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| Tired of getting through
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| I’m tired of getting through
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| I’m tired of getting through |