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Wake-up, Switch-on, |
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Tune-in to another day, |
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Stereo sound with double vision, |
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Daylight makes its first incision, |
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Warmed-up Clocked-in, |
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On your feet and under way, |
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Got to fight that Monday-morning feeling! |
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But in my head, |
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A savage beats out time with a drum |
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And it won't go away |
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Gone Tomorrow, here Today, |
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Wish I was a million miles away |
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Imagination, takes me where I want to go, |
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Imagination, don't fail me now---I need you now, |
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Turn left, turn right, |
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Bottle-necked and boxed in tight, |
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Every day the same old story, |
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Day to day routines all bore me, |
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Wound-up, Penned-in, |
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Raw meat in the lion's den |
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Don't know where my confidence is going |
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But in my head, |
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A savage still beats time with a drum |
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And it won't go away. |
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Gone Tomorrow, Here today, |
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Wish I was a million miles away |
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Imagination, takes me where I want to go |
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Imagination, Don't fail me now---I need you now |