| My telephone wakes me in the morning
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| Have to get up to answer the call
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| So I think I’ll go back to the family
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| Where no one can ring me at all
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| Living this life has its problems
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| So I think that I’ll give it a break
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| Oh, I’m going back to the family
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| 'Cause I’ve had about all I can take
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| Master’s in the counting house
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| Counting all his money
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| Sister’s sitting by the mirror
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| She thinks her hair looks funny
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| And here am I thinking to myself
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| Just wond’ring what things to do
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| I think I enjoyed all my problems
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| Where I did not get nothing for free
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| Oh, I’m going back to the family
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| Doing nothing is bothering me
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| I’ll get a train back to the city
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| That soft life was getting me down
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| There’s more fun away from the family
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| Get some action when I pull into town
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| Everything I do is wrong
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| What the hell was I thinking?
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| Phone keeps ringing all day long
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| I got no time for thinking
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| And every day has the same old way
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| Of giving me too much to do |