(Dennis DeYoung)
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It's six o'clock
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Good morning sounds are everywhere
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The warmth of spring, a gentle breeze blows through my hair
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I hurry through my life never stopping to see
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How beautiful it was meant to be
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I'm just a prisoner in a king's disguise
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Broken dreams as we shuffle by
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It's six o'clock it's quitting time I'm done for the day
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Out on the streets I overheard a lady say
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We now have everything or so people say
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But now this emptiness haunts me every day
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We seek the lion's share never knowing why
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Come alive spread your wings and fly
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Pieces of eight
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The search for the money tree
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Don't cash your freedoms in for gold
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Pieces of eight
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Can't buy you everything
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Don't let it turn your heart to stone
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Pieces Of Eight
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| Styx |
