| Alarm goes off at a quarter to five, roll outta bed, rub the sleep from my eyes
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| Throw on a shirt and some jeans and my boots and then it’s time
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| To make that morning drive
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| Work all day till I’m totally beat, get back home and fall right to sleep
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| Alarm goes off in the morning and the cycle’s complete
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| Work, sleep, repeat
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| Work, sleep, work, sleep, that’s all I ever do anymore
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| Somewhere up the line I forgot what I was working for
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| There goes life, looks like it ain’t slowing down for me
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| All I ever do is work, sleep, repeat
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| Seems like yesterday I was seventeen, running bootlegs and draws and screens
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| Now I’m running up debt and I’m scrambling to make ends meet
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| So work, sleep, repeat
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| Work, sleep, work, sleep, that’s all I ever do anymore
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| Somewhere up the line I forgot what I was working for
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| There goes life, looks like it ain’t slowing down for me
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| All I ever do is work, sleep, repeat
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| Sometimes at work I just sit around and fantasize
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| Bout how I can save myself from dying in this working life
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| But that alarm goes off again at 4:45, roll outta bed, rub the sleep from my
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| eyes
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| Throw on a shirt and some jeans and my boots and then it’s time
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| To make that morning drive
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| Work, sleep, work, sleep, that’s all I ever do anymore
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| Somewhere up the line I forgot what I was working for
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| There goes life, looks like it ain’t slowing down for me
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| All I ever do is work, sleep, repeat |