| I’m a slave to my job
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| And it’s driving me crazy
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| The man is breathing down my neck
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| I go to sleep
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| So I can wake up really early
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| You can take the money back
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| And don’t you believe I’ll take my pay
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| Down to the corner store
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| And education’s what I needed
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| I need to drink a whole lot more
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| I need a way to get away
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| It’s the life that we lead
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| Another day, another dollar
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| What’s there left to believe
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| Born and raised
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| Just to live inside this cell
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| I’ll medicate myself
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| As I cruise the city streets
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| Busy with shuffled feet
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| No one
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| With their eyes looking up at the sky
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| They found their place in line
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| I don’t want to be a ghostly shell
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| Of who I am
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| I could never leave my dreams
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| For someone else’s plan
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| I need a way to get away
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| It’s the life that we lead
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| Another day, another dollar
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| What’s there left to believe
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| Born and raised
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| Just to live inside this cell
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| I’ll medicate myself
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| I need a way to get away
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| It’s the life that we lead
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| You’re here today, you’re gone tomorrow
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| What’s there left to believe
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| Fold the covers
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| And I crawl inside my shell
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| I’ll medicate myself
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| I need a way to get away
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| It’s the life that we lead
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| Another day, another dollar
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| What’s there left to believe
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| Born and raised
|
| Just to live inside this cell
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| I’ll medicate myself
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| I need a way to get away
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| It’s the life that we lead
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| You’re here today, you’re gone tomorrow
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| What’s there left to believe
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| Fold the covers
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| And I crawl inside my shell
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| I’ll medicate myself |