| Well in a few more hours, and millions of people
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| Hate their alarm clock, even more than their wives
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| The day is beginning, you can tell by the sunrise
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| People get ready for a day in their lives
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| They’re getting together, in the streets of the cities
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| Like lost computers of a shattered tribe
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| They’re all in a hurry, to be in time
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| Some for promotion, some to stay alive
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| Yeah, yeah
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| I’m the all day watcher, that’s all I do
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| I’m the all day watcher, I’m watching you
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| Well I shake my head and I shake my brain
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| And I don’t understand why they’re all the same
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| I weigh pro’s and con’s, against their lives and mine
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| But I don’t know, it’s beyond my frame of mind
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| Beyond my frame of mind, yeah
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| Oeh, in a few more minutes, and millions of people
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| Hear the whistle of freedom, blowing through their head
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| They push and they hurry and the herd starts moving
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| They follow the trail back home again
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| Where they’re taking it easy, with a box of beer
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| Watching the late late show on color TV
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| And life ain’t easy, when you’re livin' that way
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| But sometimes I wonder, maybe it’s fun everyday
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| Yeah, yeah |