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And the blood starts pumpin’ |
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The traffic starts jumpin’ |
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With folks like me on the job from 9 to 5 |
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What a way to make a livin’ |
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| C# | | They just use your mind |
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And they never give you credit |
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| C# | | 9 to 5, for service and devotion |
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Would deserve a fair promotion |
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But the boss won’t seem to let me |
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Just a’ watch ’em shatter |
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But you got dream he’ll never take away |
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With a lot of your friends |
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And the tide’s gonna turn |
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An’ it’s all gonna roll you away |
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What a way to make a livin’ |
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And you never get the credit |
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9 to 5, yeah, they got you where they want you |
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And you think about it don’t you |
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No matter what they call it |
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Putting money in his wallet |
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What a way to make a livin’ |
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9 to 5, yeah, they got you where they want you |
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And you think about it don’t you |
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No matter what they call it |
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Putting money in his wallet |
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