| 10:50, 3 minutes till
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| Till 11, I don’t want the alarm again
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| 9:30, 3 minutes till
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| On the way to work, not smiling
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| I know time to go and punch my card in
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| Today, just another day at 11
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| Gotta help, so much to tidy up
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| Too much too soon!
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| I want a day when I don’t have to get up
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| Sometimes I’m sick of being in a rut
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| I want a day where I don’t have to go to work
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| This low life job makes me feel like a jerk
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| So dirty, burnt fingers to the bone
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| Not fair to be left to the job all alone
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| No help no, no credit for
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| Making sure this evil machine doesn’t stop
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| I know time to go and punch my card in
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| Today, just another day at 11
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| Gotta help, so much to tidy up
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| Too much too soon!
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| Am I gonna spend
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| Every day of my life living this way
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| NO WAY!
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| I want a day when I don’t have to get up
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| Sometimes I’m sick of being in a rut
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| I want a day where I don’t have to go to work
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| This low life job makes me feel like a jerk
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| I want a day when I don’t have to get up
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| Sometimes I’m sick of being in a rut
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| I want a day where I don’t have to go to work
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| this low life job makes me feel like a jerk |