| Hit, hit that switch
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| Turn your heart in to make commission
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| Take part in the mass tradition of
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| Work when you wake
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| Till your head falls to your conclusion
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| Money comes before the movement of
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| The people the sick and stressed out
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| People who keep their heads down
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| We don’t have any time to live
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| The world won’t keep it’s own rotation
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| We make up the whole foundation
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| They tell us were getting what we give
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| Everyday a mountain we will move but tell me what is it for?
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| Inch after inch, till we just can’t climb anymore
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| Losing all the love between the lines dividing rich and the poor
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| Are we working to live, are we living to work more?
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| Look straight ahead
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| With a smile on to show your patience
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| Climbing up the ladder like you’re told
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| Love what you do
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| If you don’t, fake a disposition
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| Follow through with blind ambition for
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| The future, it’s lookin' sweet
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| The future is all we need
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| Cause sooner or later we’ll be free
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| Not right now, I’m way too busy
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| Counting down, the days go quickly
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| Stick around, get down with the disease
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| Everyday a mountain we will move but tell me what is it for?
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| Inch after inch, till we just can’t climb anymore
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| Losing all the love between the lines dividing rich and the poor
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| Are we working to live, are we living to work more? |