| Anna likes her Saturdays left alone
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| Does her wash unplugs the phone
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| And Daniel’s a descendant of a distant king
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| Would that that mean anything
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| He’s not a man of means
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| Newspaper that they open wide
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| Shows them the world tipped on it’s side
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| Payday
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| And your moneys all that matters now
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| You’re complaining that you don’t know how
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| You put up with this job
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| And you’re bound to leave soon
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| Payday
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| You’re a little bit less than yourself
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| When you’re a payday for somebody else
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| Anna and Daniel got married of course
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| Turned to drink and got divorced
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| And meanwhile the news from the world got worse
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| All their daydreams in reverse
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| At least they still had work
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| And back at work they still love you
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| So why does this still feel like your interview
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| It’s hard to imagine if someone could freeze you here
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| Today
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| You’d be remembered this way
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| They don’t have a future but they do have a wage
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| Cause a jobs not one of those things that gets better
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| With age |