| Days can be counted by the money spent
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| Today was just another, better left unsaid
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| Days can be counted by the time 'til rent
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| Tomorrow’s just another, like the one that comes next
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| The car to the highway that leads to the job
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| At the desk by the boss with the elegant watch
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| The tick of the clock and the tick of the clock
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| Mark the moments 'til the ticking stops
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| And over time, the expectations grow
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| People go to work, people go home
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| People go to work and then people go home
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| People go to work, people go home
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| People go to work and then people go home
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| Desk with the calendar, pull off a page
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| Toss it in the bin where you throw them away
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| Think of all the things that you’d do with a raise
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| Yesterday’s another today going to waste
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| The car to the highway that takes you back home
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| To the wife and the kids and the dog with the bone
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| The tick of the clock and the tick of the clock
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| Mark the moments 'til the ticking stops
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| And over time, the expectations grow
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| People go to work, people go home
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| People go to work and then people go home
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| People go to work, people go home
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| People go to work and then people go home
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| And over time, the expectations
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| Sick of themselves, become replaced with
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| The thing you hate, and always hated
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| Know what I mean, yeah?
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| People go to work, people go home
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| People go to work and then people go home
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| People go to work, people go home
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| People go to work and then people go home
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| People go to work and then people go home
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| People go to work and then people go home
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| People go to work and then people go home
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| People go to work and then people go home |