| I know you’re in a hurry
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| You’re probably late for work
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| That job must make you crazy
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| That ulcer’s got to hurt
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| All those problems back at home
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| They’re just killing you
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| The wife, the kids, the dog, the house
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| I see what you go through
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| I see you in the station
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| Come off the morning train
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| You’re always in a hurry
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| You always look the same
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| Your briefcase seems so heavy
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| Your necktie’s tied so tight
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| You always look so tired
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| Like you’ve been up all night
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| You never seem to see me
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| When I come up to you
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| And I ask you for money
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| Like I always do
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| You’re always in a hurry
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| Why don’t you slow down
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| We’re both trying to make it
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| In this shitty town
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| I’m not in a hurry
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| Nothing to hurry for
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| I sleep in this station
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| I sleep on the floor
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| I hold out this coffee cup
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| There’s no coffee in there
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| Just nickels, dimes and quarters
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| And pennies people spare
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| I know the way the world is
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| You have and I have not
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| I don’t want to trade places
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| I don’t want all you’ve got
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| But if you give me something
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| It might help you too
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| You’re carrying a heavy load
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| I see what you go through
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| I know you’re in a hurry
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| You’re probably late for work
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| That job must make you crazy
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| That boss must be a jerk
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| All those problems back at home
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| They’re just killing you
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| The wife, the kids, the dog, the house
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| I see what you go through |