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Early in the misty, misty morning |
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Headin' for another freeway jam |
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Sleepy eyed and shivering |
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Waking up and wishing it was |
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SundayI wish it was |
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SundayOn the radio they're playin' love songs |
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Songs that make me want to turn around |
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Factory gates are up ahead |
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I wish that |
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I was home in bed with you, my love |
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Back home with you, my love |
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But I work to make a living |
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And I work without a break |
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And I work when |
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I am sleeping |
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And I work when |
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I'm awakeYes, and |
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I'd like to leave the city |
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But I can't afford the move |
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And I think |
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I'm goin' under |
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With those way down low down |
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Smokey factory blues |
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I was born a lover not a worker |
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Money doesn't smell like sweet perfume |
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Some of us feel out of place |
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With engine oil upon our face |
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Believe me, you better believe me |
