All In Time
I know how I got here, but how am I supposed to escape.
It's not like I can turn into Super Joe and fly away in a cape.
I work long hours and still bring home a couple dollars and change.
Like what is going on, why does this check look so strange.
I have this life I'm trying to take and rearrange.
All I wanna do is pick up and go, look in my pocket and then it's like no.
But just give a minute cause I promise it won't take long to get back on.
You'll wake up the next morning and realize damn Joe's gone!
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