| It’s just another Monday
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| I’m just another face in a faceless crowd
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| I’m going down a one-way
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| Caught up in the machine and I’m spit right out
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| I’m living in a rat race
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| I’m looking for my soul in the lost and found
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| I’m sitting in the same spot
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| Counting every tick-tock
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| Gotta hit the punch clock
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| When’s it gonna stop
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| Another day in black and white
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| Another week goes by
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| I’m half alive
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| I’m getting sick of faking this
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| I’m over it
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| Don’t wanna wear no suit and tie
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| I gotta live before I die
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| So I’m done, done, done
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| With this ordinary life
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| What happened to the someday
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| What happened to the dreams of a wide-eyed kid
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| Don’t tell me that its too late
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| Don’t tell me that I can’t cause you never did
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| I’m sitting in the same spot
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| Counting every tick-tock
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| Gotta hit the punch clock
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| When’s it gonna stop
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| Another day in black and white
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| I gotta quit this ordinary life
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| 1−2-3−4-5 another week goes by
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| I’m half alive
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| I’m getting sick of faking this
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| I’m over it
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| Don’t wanna wear no suit and tie
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| I gotta live before I die
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| so I’m done, done, done
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| with this ordinary life
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| I don’t wanna wake up
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| With my best years behind me
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| I don’t wanna wake up
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| With my best years behind me
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| I don’t wanna wake up
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| With my best years behind me
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| I think I better wake up
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| Before my life’s behind me
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| Whoa
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| 1−2-3−4-5 another week goes by
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| I’m half alive
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| I’m getting sick of faking this
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| I’m over it
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| Don’t wanna wear no suit and tie
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| I gotta live before I die
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| so I’m done, done, done
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| with this ordinary life
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| No more ordinary life
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| I gotta wake up, wake up
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| No more ordinary life
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| I’m done, done, done with this ordinary
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| This whole thing is temporary
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| Done, done, done with this ordinary life |