| The star is in normans office. |
| his day
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| Of sweat and toil has begun.
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| Nine to five
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| Answering phones and dictating letters
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| Making decisions that affect no one.
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| Stuck in the office from nine until five
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| Life is so incredibly dull,
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| Working from nine to five.
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| Oh nine to five, nine to five,
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| Working from nine to five.
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| And time goes by The hours tick away.
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| First seconds,
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| Then minutes,
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| Then hours into days.
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| Each day,
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| Each week,
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| Seems just like any other.
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| All work,
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| No play,
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| Its just another day.
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| Hes caught in a mass of computerised trivia,
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| Deciphering data for mechanical minds.
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| Hes lost in the paperwork and up to his eyes,
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| Hes checking a list thats been checked out before
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| And hes starting to lose his mind.
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| Oh nine to five, nine to five,
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| Working from nine to five. |