Working all day for a mean little man
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With a clip-on tie and a rub-on tan
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He's got me running 'round the office like a dog around a track
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But when I get back home,
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You're always there to rub my back
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Hey Julie,
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Look what they're doing to me
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Trying to trip me up
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Trying to wear me down
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Julie, I swear, it's so hard to bear it
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And I'd never make it through without you around
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And I'd never make it through without you around
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Hours on the phone making pointless calls
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I got a desk full of papers that means nothing at all
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Sometimes I catch myself staring into space
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Counting down the hours 'til I get to see your face
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Hey Julie,
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Look what they're doing to me
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Trying to trip me up
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Trying to wear me down
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Julie, I swear, it's so hard to bear it
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And I'd never make it through without you around
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No, I'd never make it through without you around
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How did it come to be
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That you and I must be
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Far away from each other every day?
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Why must I spend my time
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Filling up my mind
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With facts and figures that never add up anyway?
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They never add up anyway
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Working all day for a mean little guy
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With a bad toupee and a soup-stained tie
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He's got me running 'round the office
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Like a gerbil on a wheel
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He can tell me what to do
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But he can't tell me what to feel
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Hey Julie,
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Look what they're doing to me
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Trying to trip me up
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Trying to wear me down
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Julie, I swear, it's so hard to bear it
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And I'd never make it through without you around
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No, I'd never make it through without you around
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No, I'd never make it through without you around
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Hey Julie
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| The Wonder Years |
