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I can hear the timer ringing |
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I can hear the whistle blow |
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I can hear the customers, they're saying |
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"Yes, it's time to go home" |
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Everything has been delivered |
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Everyone has called it a day |
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There's the doorman checking in his pocket |
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For his weekly pay |
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And from this window, I can see the street below |
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I can hear the hit parade on the radio |
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There's dirty dishes piling up in the sink |
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But it's too hot to move, and it's too hot to think |
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Outside the dog is growling |
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In a dark and hollow tone |
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He'll be going out tonight, there's nothing here |
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To make him stay at home |
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I can hear the baby crying |
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Listen... Mama's crying too |
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No-one gets much sleeping done |
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Till they've been crying through and through |
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