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It's a dance, it's a fight, that they deal with from seven to five
Every early morn, same themes, for survival they rely on routine Gentle fades, driven hearts, hoping that their volvo chooses not to start So much space to pretend, so hurry home to getting back in the end Home to getting back in the end Workin' and workin' and workin' on coming home Workin' and workin' and workin' on coming home Crying won't work but they try to swing it soon But they try to swing it soon Each the same, they're undone Losing a game that's barely begun A cold stare, decent smile Depending on a love they haven't seen in a while Young in age, bitter hearts, they run the risk to tear a promise apart Too much space, so pretend, so hurry home to getting back in the end Hurry home to getting back in the end Workin' and workin' and workin' on coming home Workin' and workin' and workin' on coming home Crying won't work but they try to swing it soon But they try to swing it soon Every morning someone's leaving Leave the light on If you make it home Workin' and workin' and workin' on coming home Workin' and workin' and workin' on coming home Crying won't work but they try to swing it soon But they try to swing it soon Workin' and workin' and workin' on coming home Workin' and workin' and workin' on coming... |