| Same old shoes on the same old feet
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| Same colored tie, every day of the week
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| Shampoo, conditioner, rinse and repeat
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| Drip, dry, do it again
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| I tell my woes to the knife and the spoon
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| Dining alone at a table for two
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| One glass of wine, is plenty of time
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| To dream about all of the things that I’ll never do
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| Oh, I wonder what it’s like
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| To fly a plane
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| Or to meet a girl on Friday night
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| And wake up next to her on Saturday
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| Oh to swim across the ocean blue
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| To walk a mile upon the moon
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| To wear the crown and sit upon the throne
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| But it’s getting late, this restaurant is closing
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| I guess I better go
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| I wander through the city, whistle a tune
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| Walk into a bar and ruin the mood
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| A dirty martini with an olive or two
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| Shake, pour, do it again
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| Oh with a couple more drinks, now they’re kicking me out
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| I always get in trouble when I open my mouth
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| Stumble on home, fall into bed
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| Then drift off into my head
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| Oh, I wonder what it’s like
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| To fly a plane
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| Or to meet a girl on Friday night
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| And wake up next to her on Saturday
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| Oh to swim across the ocean blue
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| To walk a mile upon the moon
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| To wear the crown and sit upon the throne
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| But it’s getting late, the sun is coming off to work I go
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| Same old shoes on the same old feet
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| One tracked mind, one way street
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| Well nothing’s gonna change for the same old me
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| Eat, sleep, do it again
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| Eat, sleep, do it again |