| For the most part first of all
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| You’re last and you’re the least
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| Stand here, there’s a chance but the cost has increased
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| Misconceptions are common, expectations are high
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| Corrections are made, aspirations just die
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| Fate can be vicious, malicious, corrupt
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| Don’t get suspicious and don’t interrupt
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| Try flying low and just go where you’re told to
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| Stand here, there’s a chance
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| Wait they’ve got you on hold
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| The constant ticking
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| The constant tocking
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| You’re ready to walk out
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| It’s time clock in
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| The runaround and the rigamarole
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| Stand here, there’s a chance still and fuck you asshole
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| Wages were garnished and the hours were cut
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| Reputations were tarnished and you’re here for what
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| First you’re ignored then you’re dismissed
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| More times than they do they don’t know you exist
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| That’s just the way they say they operate
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| Stand here, there’s a chance, hold on you’ll have to wait
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| The constant ticking
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| The constant tocking
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| You’re ready to walk out
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| It’s time clock in
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| The clock will tell you
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| When it’s time to go
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| When your time is up
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| Then they’ll let you know
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| If I am spoken and promises broken
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| A smokescreen so thick that you’re standing there choking
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| Grasp at the straws as you gasp for the air
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| Breathe deeply because you are still standing there
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| The constant ticking
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| The constant tocking
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| You’re ready to walk out
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| It’s time clock in
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| The clock will tell you
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| When it’s time to go
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| When your time is up
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| Then they’ll let you know
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| When your time is up
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| Then they’ll let you know
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| Then they’ll let you know
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| Then they’ll let you know |