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God he hates the early mornings |
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And the Monday afternoons |
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He's already looking bored |
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He's already looking forward |
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To Friday evening with his friends |
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It couldn't come too soon |
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What a terrible way to spend your salad days |
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Come on! |
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There must be more to life |
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Than cutting corners with the butter knife |
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Sooner or later |
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It'll turn into summer |
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And he's going somewhere far away from the eight-hour day |
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Nice work if you can forget it |
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He opens up and shuts his eyes |
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Wait and see: daydreaming on the bain-marie |
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From Come On In to Sorry, Closed |
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Clockwatch away the working day |
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It's lunchtime |
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But sometimes the sun shines |
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Sooner or later |
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It'll turn into summer |
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And he's going somewhere far away from the crappy cafe |
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Sooner or later |
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Sooner or later |
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He'll pack a suitcase |
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With t-shirts and travel toothpaste |
