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A voice you used to love that you've grown to hate |
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Breaks dawn's silence with its cheery strain |
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The rising steam carries heavy dreams away |
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As sweat and tears flow softly down the drain |
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They'll be back tonight in the same place |
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Amongst a maze of cubicles you see |
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The ebb and flow of worker bees |
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With name and rank written on their sleeves |
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The bulletins and answering machines |
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Just spew out syllables endlessly |
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Phantom collar soaked in rain |
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Strident tweeter whistling more of the same |
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A crescent lamp above an empty lane |
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Put the heartless clock and chopping block away |
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They don't let you breathe the same or so they say |
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Off with corks and caps and tabs and tops |
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Bottoms up drink till you drop |
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The neon glows as the busboy mops |
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Up the ghostly remnants of earlier today |
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But the marks you left are here here to stay |
