| It’s six o’clock
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| Good morning sounds are everywhere
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| The warmth of spring, a gentle breeze blows through my hair
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| I hurry through my life never stopping to see
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| How beautiful it was meant to be
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| I’m just a prisoner in a king’s disguise
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| Broken dreams as we shuffle by It’s six o’clock it’s quitting time I’m done for the day
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| Out on the streets I overheard a lady say
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| We now have everything or so people say
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| BUt now this emptiness haunts me every day
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| We seek the lion’s shaare never knowing why
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| Come alive spreaI your wings and fly
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| Pieces of eight
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| The searcfor the money tree
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| Don’t cash your freedoms in for gold
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| Pieces of eight
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| Can’t buy you everything
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| Don’t let it turn your heart to stone |