| All that I can say is, «Just find a way to
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| Grasp the rungs and climb on board»
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| The train is pulling out and
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| There is no doubt that
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| Waiting you cannot afford
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| This I know
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| That yesterday the future seemed far away
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| But now it’s my face, in the flesh today
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| Take a look around you
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| Don’t it astound you?
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| Short term thinking minds galore
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| Sure ya gotta earn it
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| Before you burn it
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| But work a dead end job what for?
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| This I know
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| Cause I was on that treadmill and man it sucks
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| A chase after my tail in the guise of bucks
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| Grind away, every day like a slave
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| Same old same, work your way to the grave
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| It’s a miracle that you can even
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| Save it for a bright day
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| They all rain you say
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| Try to objectively
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| The cycle just continues
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| Have, have not issues
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| Fuel negativity
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| This I know
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| A sink or swim solution I call my job
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| It keeps me on my toes, not a worthless slob
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| Grind away, every day like a slave
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| Same old same, work your way to the grave
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| And besides it’s so much fun to complain
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| Working straight commission
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| I’m a mission
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| Never any guarantees
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| Scratch out an existence, rugged resistance
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| To mindless mass mentalities
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| This I know |