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10:50, three minutes till, till 11:00I don't want the alarm again!9:30, three minutes till on the way to work
Not smiling
I know time to go punch my card in
Today just another day at 11:00
Got to help so much to tidy up
Too much too soon
I want a day when I don't have to get up
Sometimes I'm sick of bein' in a rut
I want a day where I don't have to go to work
This low-life job makes me feel like a jerk
So dirty, burned fingers to the bone
Not fair to be left to the job all alone
No help, no credit for making sure this evil machine doesn't stop
Am I going to spend every day of my life living this way?
No way
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