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"Up every morning just to keep a job,
I've got to fight my way through the hussling mob,
Sounds of the city pounding in my brain
While another day goes down the drain.
"But it's a five o'clock world when the whistle blows,
No one owns a piece of my time!
And there's a five o'clock me inside my clothes,
Thinking that the world looks fine.
"Trading my time for the pay I get,
Living on money that I ain't made yet,
Gotta keep going, gotta make my way,
But I live for the end of the day.
"Cause it's a five o'clock world when the whistle blows,
No one owns a piece of my time!
And there's a long-haired girl who waits, I know,
To ease my troubled mind…"
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