That alarm clock ringin' in your ear,
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Radio playing sports report cheer,
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But you got nothing to cheer or shout about,
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Just a nine to five in a lousy town.
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Your morning begins,
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With you thinkin' of the cold of the street blown' in your face.
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Your morning begins with you thinkin':
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a¢æ©«One more day in this job and I'm gonna scream!a¢æ?
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So stand up
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And step out,
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Step out to the new sound.
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a¢æ©«Hello!a¢æ? to the manager, a¢æ©«Hello!a¢æ? to the boss.
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As they sell you short and they drink your blood
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You give a¢æ?em your heart and your very soul
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Only to realize that they don't give a fuck about you!
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Your morning begins,
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With you thinkin' of the cold of the street blowing in your face.
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Your morning begins with you thinkin':
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a¢æ©«One more day in this life and I'm gonna scream!a¢æ?
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So stand up,
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Step out,
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Step out to the new sound.
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And when they try to put you down put you on your back,
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But you don't take that you knock a¢æ?em out!
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This Is The New Sound
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