| Living another mans dream Clock in, the race begins What�s going on today? I walked in the door Got on the floor And again, of coarse I was late The calls come in again and again And the people here never change But one thing remains the same Clock in, Clock out I hear them all complain Clock in, Clock out I�m a part in another mans dream Another day comes to a close So I take a pin and sign my name And the knowledge that I�ll have to do this tomorrow Is just simply quite lame. Summer 00� |
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