| A family man in the midst of
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| A total breakdown
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| Seeks refuge inebriated state
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| As he thinks to himself how did
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| Life pass me by — somewhere down
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| The line I forgot how to live
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| Now every day is just another chore
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| Another
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| Day, another week, another year
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| The world slowly turns, but this
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| Rut never ends — one blink of an
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| Eye then it’s gone
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| So he puts his faith in the Almighty
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| Lord up above, he’s told for all good
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| Men Heaven awaits
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| «Well I can’t wait
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| Any longer when’s
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| It my turn to see the light that’ll
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| Come and take my troubles away?»
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| Now he spends his days preaching
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| What he does not believe, to a world
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| That’s forgotten how to live
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| And he can’t understand the empty
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| Feelin' inside that seems to grow
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| Every hour, every day
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| «What's it take to be a man, when
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| Everything I’m taught I can’t believe
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| And everything is thrown right in my
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| Face?
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| I wake up everyday, I live here amongst
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| The dead and I am one of them. |
| Is
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| This how it’s gotta be? |
| For you and me
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| Open your eyes take a look around
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| Think nice thoughts then
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| It’s off to work I go!»
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| Now it’s back to the hustle and it’s
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| Back to the beat
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| It’s back to another forty hour
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| Week
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| «Soon that weekend will come
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| I’ll get to have a little fun then
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| It’s back to my forty hour grave» |