| It’s 5 o’clock in the morning
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| You’re lying in your bed
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| You wonder why it’s not morning in your head
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| The day is open for business
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| But still your eyes are closed
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| You spread your dreams
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| Like butter on your toast
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| Open all the windows
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| And we’re rolling up the blinds
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| All across the world
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| Are people wiping sleep from tired eyes
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| The faces on the curtains
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| All the Jekylls and the Hydes are gone
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| It’s 6 o’clock in the morning
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| You’re only half awake
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| The other half is shaving
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| And the toothpaste like a snake
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| Has slithered out the door of the bathroom
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| And it’s hissing in your ear
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| Get up, get out, get out of here
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| The sound of people being people
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| Slowly fills the air
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| And all the crazy things they do To get from here to there
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| And when the one you’re holding
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| Runs her fingers through your hair
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| You’re on Shifting through the gears
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| It’s 8 o’clock in the morning
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| It’s been 8 o’clock for years
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| The factory gates are opening
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| To let the night shift out
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| And the day shift in It’s 9 o’clock in the morning
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| You’ve been this way before
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| But something seems to be different
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| And you can’t quite put your finger on it at all |