| In the morning, when I’m woken
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| By the sound of my alarm
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| Stretching out my arm
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| I want to screw it up in my palm
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| And I’ve taken this route to work
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| A thousand times or more
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| And when you’ve seen before before
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| You tend to get a little bored
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| They’ve got the keys to all my doors (they've got the keys to all my doors)
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| They hold my where and when (they hold my where and when)
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| So I guess I’ll always be (I guess I’ll always be)
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| Hopelessly devoted to them
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| In the office when I’m working
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| There’s a funeral atmosphere
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| I know I lost someone dear
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| But I didn’t see him disappear
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| And I’m lying in my bed
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| 'Cause it’s keeping me awake
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| And you think there’s no escape
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| They’ve bound me in red tape
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| Hopelessly devoted to them
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| Hopelessly devoted to them… |