| Check out the girl in the Harbor Tunnel
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| Crawling to work six feet under
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| And the day has barely begun
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| They’re all chewing gum
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| And laughing at the voice on the crackling radio station
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| Lead us not into Penn Station
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| Cause the best part’s just begun
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| We’re all becoming one again
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| And she’s making the scene
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| With the coffee and cream
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| And the copy machine’s not working
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| She’s a hell of a girl
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| She’s alone in the world
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| And she likes to say 'hey good lookin'
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| She’s on her way
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| She’s taking a sick day soon
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| And here is the man pushing paper past her
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| Thinks up ways to make the day go faster
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| But the day goes on and on
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| He dreams of his lawn
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| And all about the pretty careerist the next cube over
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| The fat secretary, the lunchtime lover
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| Til the PATH train finally comes
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| The platform’s full of bums again
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| And she’s making the scene
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| With the coffee and cream
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| And the copy machine’s not working
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| She’s a hell of a girl
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| She’s alone in the world
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| And she likes to say 'hey good lookin'
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| She’s on her way
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| She’s taking a sick day soon
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| And she’s taking her time
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| As she’s tossing a dime
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| At the man in the cardboard coffin
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| It doesn’t have to be fine
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| She’s ahead of the line
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| And doesn’t have to be here too often
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| She’s making a play
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| She’s taking a sick day soon |