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The countdown is on.
It’s almost eight, I’m running late,
I grab my coat, I grab my bag,
Slip on my shoes and hurry through the door.
Forgot my keys, go back inside,
Look everywhere, I must be blind.
Don’t think that I can take it anymore.
It’s twelve fifteen, I’m feeling lean,
I feed my face, and back to work,
The boss won’t let me have a minute more.
Got kids at school, yeah I’m no fool,
I do my job, play by the rules.
Don’t think that I can take it anymore.
The whistle blows, it’s time to go,
I grab my things, run for the door,
Another day, another dollar earned.
I pay my dues, I bide my time,
Retirement is on my mind.
I can’t help feeling like I’m getting burned.
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