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It started off a routine day
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I got through the morning in the usual way
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I caught the bus on time
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Good morning, Mr. Driver, drive
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As I sat inside my overcoat I clutched my cane
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And pressed my nose against the foggy window pane
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Ho hum
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The life I lead would even make a dead man yawn
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Midday comes
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I break for lunch
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With my sandwich and a beer I go on a hunch
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To the park where I hope to find
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A little bit of peace of mind
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As I sat there on a bench amidst the rodent race
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I felt a strange sensation that without a trace appeared
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But then as quickly disappeared again
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So tell me what's the bloody point of playing the game
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With so much to lose yet so little to gain
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You sell your life away
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Can't you see you're just a cog working like a dog
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You trade your future for a dead-end job
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That's full of routine days
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Routine days
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I race the clock to the end of my day
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The paycheck in my pocket makes me feel okay
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But was it worth the grind
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Just to keep from falling behind
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I stand here in the queue behind a foul cigar
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My face discreetly buried in a book on Mars
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Humdrum
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And I'm waiting on the pier 'til Charon comes
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A Routine Day
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