| I can’t shake this feeling
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| At the end of each day
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| That I keep on working hard
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| But all I do is get paid
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| Though I keep believing
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| There’s a light up ahead
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| Cause it’s only getting darker
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| And I could stay in my bed
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| It’s a fight, it takes so long
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| But I’ve learned to hold my own
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| So I stand and I wait in line
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| With a heavy head and this bottle of wine
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| And I watch as they steal my time
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| I stand and I wait in line
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| I stand and I wait in line
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| I walk home in the shadows
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| I carry my cage
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| And I hope they notice
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| What I brought to the stage
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| Cause its a fight and it takes so long
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| But I’ve learned to hold my own
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| So I stand and I wait in line
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| With a heavy head and this bottle of wine
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| And I watch as they steal my time
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| I stand and I wait in line
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| I stand and I wait in line
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| Ooh whenever it gets inside
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| It gets so hard to hide
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| Whenever it gets inside
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| Ooh I know you’ll turn out right
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| Giving it all my life
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| I know you’ll turn out right
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| And I stand and I wait in line
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| With a heavy head and this bottle of wine
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| And I vow as they steal my time
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| I know one day I’ll get mine
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| And I stand here and wait in line
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| I stand and I wait in line
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| I stand and I wait in line |