| I am driving
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| I am late for work
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| Spilling coffee
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| Down my whitest shirt
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| While I’m flossing
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| And I’m changing lanes
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| Oh Yeah
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| Now I’m driving
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| Through the parking lot
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| Doing eighty
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| Hey what the heck why not
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| Watch it lady
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| 'Cause your in my spot
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| Once again
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| It’s early to work
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| And here’s a surprise
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| I got a McMuffin for just 99 cents today
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| I think they ran a special
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| CHORUS:
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| I can’t stand still
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| Can I get a witness
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| Can you hear me Anybody, anybody
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| I think I am running just to catch myself
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| Maybe someday I could fly away
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| Go to Key Largo or Montego Bay
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| Sport my speedo, maybe grab a tan
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| A dream vacation, wild elation
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| Now I’m running
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| Straight into my boss
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| And he’s angry
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| Oh and he calls me Ross
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| Which is funny
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| 'Cause that ain’t my name
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| And that’s lame
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| I’m still running
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| Running very late
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| For a meeting
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| Wait, that was yesterday
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| Guess I’m early for the one next week
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| Oh how sweet
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| I get on the ladder
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| I corporately climb
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| I wave at my life as it passes me by every day
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| My name’s not Ross
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| CHORUS
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| Life in my cubicle is discreet
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| Life in my cubicle is neat
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| I’ve got some pictures of my friends
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| Some sharpened pencils… where's my pen
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| Ten O’clock I’m in a meeting
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| Paper cut I think I’m bleeding
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| Check my hair it’s still receding
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| Hey what a life
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| Break for lunch
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| There’s nothing better
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| Run outside and don my sweater
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| Like Fred Rogers let’s be neighbors
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| I’ve lost my mind
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| I’m over worked
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| And underpaid
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| And non-appreciated
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| It’s just a perk of being of being
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| Middle class
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| And educated
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| One… spinning circles in my chair
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| Two… win a game of solitaire
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| Three… And I ponder where my stapler’s gone
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| Four O’clock and I stare at the door
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| And I stare at my watch
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| Then I stare at the door
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| I stand by my desk like I’m going to war
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| There’s just one thing I’ll be needing
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| Grab my paycheck as I’m leaving
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| Oh oh oh oh oh oh ohhhhhhhhh
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| It’s five o’clock
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| It’s time to go There’s crowds to fight
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| And horns to blow
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| It’s talking fast on my cell phone
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| Hey watch out that’s reckless driving
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| Five O’clock
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| It’s time to leave
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| To hit the couch
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| And watch TV
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| Set the clock and go to sleep
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| It’s 8 am on Monday morning
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| Again and again and again and again and again
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| Driving around
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| Nowhere to go And so I hang with my lady Oh,
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| And chill with my bro’s
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| It’s okay, in my Cabriolet
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| I can’t stand still
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| Can I get a witness
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| Can you hear me Anybody, anybody
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| I think I am running just to catch myself
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| When I meet God
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| I will have a question
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| I just forgot my question
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| I think I am running just to catch myself
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| Oh oh oh
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| Oh oh oh |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Running Just To Catch Myself , by - Mark Schultz. Song from the album Mark Schultz: Stories & Songs, in the genre Поп