| The sun is comin' up
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| I gotta drag my butt out of bed
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| My phone is ringin', boss is screamin'
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| «Where the hell you at?»
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| I grab a cup of coffee
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| Tell him it won’t be too long
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| But he don’t know I’m waitin'
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| On something better to come along
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| There’s gotta be something better than nine to five
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| Every day barely gettin' by
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| Workin', slavin', always achin'
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| Way too young for my back to be breakin'
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| Waitin' on that rainbow
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| Tell me where’s that pot of gold?
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| Everyone is laughin' from a distance
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| When they see me clockin' in
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| Well, they’ll all be here in twenty years
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| Cussin' 'bout the same old things
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| They stay late like a slave
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| And wake up at the break of dawn
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| They don’t know I’m waitin'
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| For something better to come along
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| There’s gotta be something better than nine to five
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| Every day barely gettin' by
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| Workin', slavin', always achin'
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| Way too young for my back to be breakin'
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| Waitin' on that rainbow
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| Tell me where’s that pot of gold?
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| There’s gotta be something better than nine to five
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| Every day barely gettin' by
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| Workin', slavin', always achin'
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| Way too young for my back to be breakin'
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| Waitin' on that rainbow
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| Tell me where’s that pot of gold?
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| Well, I take her out on Friday
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| 'Cause my baby likes to paint the town
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| The way she treats her man
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| Makes me think about settlin' down
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| (Aw, son)
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| I told her that I love her, she said let’s just hold on
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| Man, I think she’s waitin' on
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| Something better to come along
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| Yeah, hear she comes
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| Ah, let’s go |