It's six o'clock
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still in bed to my dismay
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people are hurrying though the town
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they work all the day saving their pay
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to bay themselves into a better life
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I stagger out of bed and wash my aching head
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trough my window shines the sun-light brigth and clean
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look on people's head
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looks like pearls in river beds
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and then laugh about their little world
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Today
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| Eloy |
