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Wake up and shake myself out of bed again |
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Shaking the day down in my head and then |
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It's up and out, rise and shine, on the double |
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No time to slack, attack, and tackle the trouble |
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Shake myself out of bed again |
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No time to stop and assess, can't let it grind to a halt |
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Can't stop and look at the mess and then find out it's my fault |
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I can't stop for a single minute |
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I know hell, well, i'm living in it |
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No time to stop at all, i've got to jump through the hoops |
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My job, well, it's a nine to five nightmare |
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I'm serving whiskey, stale wit, and beer |
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Come on in, how've you been? have i met ya? |
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What'll it be now, what can i get ya? |
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My job, well it's a nightmare |
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And every day from nine to five i'm there |
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No time to stop and assess, can't let it grind to a halt |
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Can't stop and look at the mess and then find out it's my fault |
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I can't stop for a single minute |
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I know hell, well, i'm living in it |
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No time to stop at all, i've got to jump through the hoops |
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Roll over, sit up and beg |
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Well i'd much rather lie down and play dead |
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Here comes another hoop |
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Holidays have got to be the worst |
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I've seen so many i've got it well rehearsed |
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Joy to the world, hark the hey, let me hear it |
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Deck the halls, trim the tree, that's the spirit |
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Holidays are not for me, chop down the tree |
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They've got to be the worst |
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I'm old and set in my ways, no stopping now, it's a shame |
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But in my much younger days i'd stop and i'd take the blame |
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I'm alright if i don't know and can't see |
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I'll live in hell, till the day, that they plant me |
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No time to stop at all, i've got to jump through the hoops |
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Roll over, sit up and beg |
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Well i'd much rather(3x)...lie down and play dead |
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All over so long my friend |
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So long all over the end |
