Up every mornin' just to keep a job
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I gotta fight my way through the hustling mob
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Sounds of the city poundin' in my brain
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While another day goes down the drain (yeah, yeah)
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But it's a five o'clock world when the whistle blows
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No one owns a piece of my time
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And there's a five o'clock me inside my clothes
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Thinkin' that the world looks fine, yeah
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[SCAT:] oh-de-lay-ee-ee, [etc]
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Tradin' my time for the pay I get
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Livin' on money that I ain't made yet
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Gonna keep going, gotta make my way
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While I live for the end of the day (yeah, yeah)
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Cuz it's a five o'clock world when the whistle blows
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No one owns a piece of my time
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There's a long-haired girl who waits, I know
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To ease my troubled mind, yeah
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[SCAT:] oh-de-lay-ee-ee, [etc]
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In the shelter of her arms everything's OK
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She talks and the world goes slippin' away
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And I know the reason I can still go on
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When every other reason is gone, (yeah, yeah)
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In my five o'clock world she waits for me
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Nothing else matters at all
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Cuz every time my baby smiles at me
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I know that's it's all worthwhile, yeah
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[SCAT:] oh-de-lay-ee-ee, [etc]
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Five O'Clock World
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| The Proclaimers |
