| The clock strikes a quarter to five
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| The floor disappears under your sleep
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| The children are asleep and do not notice your steps
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| You're already longing for time together
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| Hnefull and cold
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| The watch is waiting for you
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| It sees your walk through everyday life again
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| Dr. you are wondering if it really exists
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| Something beyond all the stress and all the old machines
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| Between the houses and power
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| Is there no one to hear your steps
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| Between the houses and the laughter
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| R the paths are crooked
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| Without you, everything is still
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| You are the backbone of society
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| The sun rises and courage with it
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| A pat on the back, it will soon be Friday again
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| You cry and think at times that no one knows anything about
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| Something beyond all the stress and all the old machines
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| Between the houses and power
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| Is there no one to hear your steps
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| Between the houses and the laughter
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| R the paths are crooked
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| Without you, everything is still
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| You are the backbone of society
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| You dream away to find a place in the sun
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| Dr. you can rest your tired feet again
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| But you wake up with all the calculations in your hand
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| The circle is closed long before all the decisions
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| Between the houses and power
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| Is there no one to hear your steps
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| Between the houses and the laughter
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| R the paths are crooked
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| Without you, everything is still
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| You are the backbone of society
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| Our struggling friend rises again
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| A new day awaits
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| The clock strikes a quarter to five |