hey there missy what's that on your mind?
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i see you tossed out all your papers and gotten out of line
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you wanna throw your life away looking for a sign
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think of all you're risking just to have a spine
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(chorus)
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they talk, they talk, they talk, they talk
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they shove it in our ears
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they say you gotta feed your dreams
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to the jaded beast, career
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but when you're sitting at the helm
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of some misguided corperate plot
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you'll not know what victory is
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you'll know what it's not
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come here sonny we like to start 'em young
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you gotta rise above the rest, you must be number one
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i still remember the words my wise pappy said to me
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"i've no time for play, child, work's my destiny"
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wake up mom and dad, can't you understand?
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would you rather have your children under the command
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of some grinding oncler with another thneed
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or living unrespectably for what they believe?
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(chorus)
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now i believe in hard work, fingers to the bone
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but it's gotta be for more than just my greed alone
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or even worse than that, empowering some suit
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i'd like to see the love of money underneath my boot
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Career
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