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Holes barely spent |
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Crossed T's never read |
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Etching away'til the end of the day |
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Save up for the rest |
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And you'll hope for the next |
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Hot spillCheap thrill |
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You're the last of the line |
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And wasted your time |
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You're too eager to stall |
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A bit too sure of it all |
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But left with your empty fate |
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You pick up a paperweight |
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So work it, baby, work it |
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Work it, baby, work it |
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Mix and blend |
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Words are written again and again |
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Oh, cycle the air |
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You swallow and stare |
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Alone at the setting sun |
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Well there goes another one |
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Counting down |
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For a night on the town |
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Now work it, baby, work it |
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Work it, baby, work it |
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Yeah, work it, baby, work it |
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Work it, baby |
