| When you fall into your seat, you know you feel you might be dying
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| As the breath rasps in and out, of your burning throat
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| You can’t control your lungs because you’re so tired
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| You’re half awake with one arm in your coat
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| Well thank God that there is someone there to drive you
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| You know you couldn’t make it on your own
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| He helps you through the door
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| You sit down on the floor
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| And you’re asleep before you are alone
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| Your life is like a schedule
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| You run to meet the bills
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| No one’s awake to tell you
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| Life kills
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| Your life is like a schedule
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| You run to meet the bills
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| No one’s awake to tell you
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| Life kills
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| For a while it seems exhaustion has subsided
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| The day is over and the moon is high
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| But your period of work is predecided
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| Funny how the hours of freedom seem to fly
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| Well thank God that there is someone there to drive you
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| You know you couldn’t make it on your own
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| He helps you in the door
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| You sit down as before
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| Another shift to pay another loan
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| Your life is like a schedule
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| You run to meet the bills
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| No one’s awake to tell you
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| Life kills
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| Your life is like a schedule
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| You run to meet the bills
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| No one’s awake to tell you
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| Life kills
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| Your life is like a schedule
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| You run to meet the bills
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| No one’s awake to tell you
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| Life kills
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| Your life is like a schedule
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| You run to meet the bills
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| No one’s awake to tell you
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| Life kills |