| Another fucking day
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| It’s still a nine to five, I swear
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| I don’t want to reach the top
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| I don’t want to be a millionaire
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| I know that it may sound crazy
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| But it’s driving me insane
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| Staring out the window
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| Of another fucking train
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| We’re walking, arm to arm
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| I won’t follow, arm to arm
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| I won’t lead, arm to arm
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| Beside me until tomorrow, arm to arm
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| You’re walking arm to arm with me, with me
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| I’m feeling kind of homesick
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| When I smell the old pine tree
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| I felt you in the breeze
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| I close my eyes, it’s not so easy for me
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| Once or twice, three times a charm
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| We were walking arm to arm
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| I wanted that for so damn long, but now it’s gone
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| I’ve never been so wrong
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| Drop me a line
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| Tell me everything that I’ve been missing
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| Won’t you drop me a line
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| Tell me where you’re gonna be when I get home
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| 2000 years more
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| Won’t end this war, my brother
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| Half empty, half full
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| You’re pushing, I’m pulling
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| Back in '96, sometimes
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| I sit and reminisce
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| Took the train to Hoboken
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| I didn’t know it then
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| But that is when I found my place
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| Outside this so-called structured life
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| Married to my only love
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| And music is my wife
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| We’re walking, arm to arm
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| I won’t follow, arm to arm
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| I won’t lead, arm to arm
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| Beside me until tomorrow, arm to arm
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| You’re walking arm to arm with me, with me |