within the pale white walls from 9-5
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day after day i feel no more alive
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than the stiff that lies the table before me
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wake up too early to twist the key
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stumble on over to the mr. coffee
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pour myself a warm black existence
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within the pale white walls from 9-5
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day after day i feel so cold inside
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like the stiff that lies the table before me
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wake up too early to twist the key
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stumble on over to the mr. coffee
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pour myself a warm black existence
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9-5 at the morgue
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overtime for the corpse
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hypnotized by the hum of the freezer
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hypnotized by the look in your eyes
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hypnotized by the pallad cadaver
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hypnotized by the look in your eyes
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the truth is harsher than you think
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its the hair that fills the sink
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or the wrinkles around your eyes
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until your old and hypnotized
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9-5, 9-5
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die, draw flies
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the end is closer than you think
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so pour yourself another drink
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and don't let it get to you
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cause that's exactly what it will do
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stich his lips, shut his eyes
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9 to 5 at the morgue
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9-5 At The Morgue
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| Dog Fashion Disco |
