| A perfect day to get out of bed
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| shower, dress, shave, kiss you on the head
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| Then I hit the office and my head starts to swim
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| A perfect day to just walk around
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| see a violent movie, check the sounds
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| But even on the street
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| when I hear a phone ring my heart starts to beat
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| when I get home I don’t want you to speak
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| Don’t talk to me about work
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| please don’t talk to me about work
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| I’m up to my eyeballs in dirt
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| with work, with work
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| How many dollars, how many sales
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| how many liars, how many tales
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| How many insults must you take in this one life
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| I’m in prison most of the day
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| so please excuse me, if I get this way
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| But I have got obligations to keep
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| so be very careful when you speak
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| Don’t talk to me about work
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| please don’t talk to me about work
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| I’m up to my eyeballs in dirt
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| with work, with work
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| Please don’t talk to me about work
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| don’t you talk to me about work
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| I’m up to my eyeballs in dirt
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| with work, with work
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| Don’t talk to me about work
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| don’t you talk to me about work
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| Don’t you talk to me about work
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| please don’t talk to me about work
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| Don’t you talk to me about work
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| please don’t talk to me about work
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| Don’t you talk to me about work
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| please don’t talk to me about work
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| Don’t you talk to me about work
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| please don’t talk to me about work |