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Everyday they clock me, everyday is just the same |
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And the people I see, wear the same face as me |
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As I turn the handle, time goes slowly by |
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Is that all that there is until the day that I die? |
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All through the night |
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Through the night |
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All through the night |
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I can't believe I'm free till morning |
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If I wipe the dirt and sweat, |
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Then I find that more's still there |
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If the summer don't get you, |
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Then the winter always will |
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Try not to think, it never gets nowhere |
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But at least everyday ends, and the night's always there |
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All through the night |
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Through the night |
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All through the night |
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I can't believe I'm free till morning |
