Weekday morning trains are all the same fifty frowning faces who only have themselves to blame, for jobs well paid in offices with strip-lights on the ceiling, the king that fill your bank account but leave your heart devoid of feeling,

Are you happy or are you faking? do you really need all the money you’re making? make a little time for the pretty girl you’re dating, make a little time, make a little time,

Most of the people I speak to on a day to day, left the dreams they had when they were young to slumber, let them drift away, for jobs well paid in offices with strip lights on the ceiling, the kind that fill your bank account but leave your heart devoid of feeling,

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Someday isn't good enough living while I’m young enough, I’m taking my own advice  I’m taking my own advice