(Cummings/Wallace)
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Nothing much left to say at social gatherings
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Nothing much left behind from the time before
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Got to learn about losing and pushin' your time
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And trying just a bit too hard
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You're on a one way road to Hell
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You're on a one way road to Hell
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With every step that you been taking now
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You're finding out you can't turn around.
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Working like the Devil at my desk all day
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Wishing that my paperwork would fly away
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I got a paper clip holder and my desk is clean
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Woe wo wo wo wo wo wo is me.
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Nothing much left of faith in the Martian industry
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Genuine coon skin cap was the prize before
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Got to learn about selling and pushin' your luck
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And trying just a bit too hard
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You're on a one way road to Hell
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You're on a one way road to Hell
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And the deeper that you're diggin' now
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You're finding out you can't turn around.
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Punching lovely buttons for my family
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And, if I might add, quite unregrettably
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I've got a friend who's a Doctor and my blood is clean
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Dip dip dip dip dip hooray for me.
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You're on a one way road to Hell
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You can't turn around
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What you gonna do
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You're on a one way road.
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One Way Road to Hell
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| The Guess Who |
