It's not what you want
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But you'll take what you get
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Why waste your time?
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Looking sharp boy
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Hair is just right
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Tie is on tight for eight hours every day now
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You cannot breathe
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No time for yourself
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What if your paperwork caught on fire?
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Wasting away, blink of an age
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Tie is on tight, oh so tight, and it chokes you
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Days turn to weeks
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Weeks turn to months
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Months turn to years and
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You'll die so unhappy
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Well, life is a bitch
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And life is a beach
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You've got the sun and the sand your suit all within your reach
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Take off the tie
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What a sick day
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We've gone to build castles in sand and go swimming,
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It's time for our play
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To the barricades
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We'll take them by storm
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Days fade to weeks, fade to months, fade to years
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And there is not that much more.
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Still We Let It Choke Us
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| Piebald |
