You put your cleanest dirty shirt on
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Then you stagger down to meet the dawn
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You take a ride upon a bus, it's just a fuss
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You know it keeps you born
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You get to know a morning face
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You get to join the human race
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You get to know the world
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Has passed you by
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Who cares? You might be dead
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Who cares? You stayed in bed
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Who cares? You wrote the note
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Who cares? You might have spoke
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Wake up!
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You take a snack to fill the gap
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And then you're ready for another shift
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Your attention was diverted
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By the girl who smiled and made the lift
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The radio is blaring out
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It's in one ear and then it's out
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You didn't notice that the record's over
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Who cares? You might be dead
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Who cares? You stayed in bed
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Who cares? You wrote the note
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Who cares? You might have spoke
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Wake up!
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In the road a crowd had gathered
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And a man was close to dead
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The blood is running down the gutter
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While you're yawning, nothing's said
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His body's wriggling like an eel
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They got no sense, no touch, no feel
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Somebody better go and get a blanket
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Who cares? You might be dead
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Who cares? You stayed in bed
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Who cares? You wrote the note
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Who cares? You might have spoke
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Who cares?
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Wake Up!
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| XTC |
