| Youre working overtime
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| You know it doesnt do you no good
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| Youre slaving away for things that you need
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| Roof is falling down on round your head
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| Youre backed against the wall
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| Living your whole damn life
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| At someone elses beck and call
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| On the edge of the
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| Aaaaahhhh, come on Come in, youre bruised and battered
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| You need some time to heal
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| Step out of the bullet train
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| Set yourself down, I know how you feel
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| Slow down your racing pulses
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| Overthrow all your of fears
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| For an hour, be a simple man
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| And Ill be a good set of ears
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| Aaaaahhhh, come on Takin the time to look
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| Takin the time to feel
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| you rewrite your open book
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| Allow the scars to heal
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| Takin the time to look
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| Takin the time to feel
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| you rewrite your open book
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| Allow the scars to heal
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| Youre movin heaven and earth
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| And straining every nerve
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| Always working double time
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| Burn the midnight oil down to the last
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| You cant go your anymore
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| Wind your smoked glass windows down
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| If you cant handle opening the door
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| Aaaaaahhhh, come on Takin the time to look
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| Takin the time to feel
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| you rewrite your open book
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| Allow the scars to heal
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| Takin the time to look
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| Takin the time to feel
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| you rewrite your open book
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| Allow the scars to heal |