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we get up early, we come home tiredour lives for hire, we're making money for someone elsecan't breathe like there's hands around my throatcan't scream this place is filled with ghostseverybody's looking for somethingcan't leave or we're left with nothingclap your hands do the dead man shuffleslouch our way into an early graveis it disappointment or mild annoyance?a sense of contentment or fucking resentment?move your feet to this dead end beatslouch our way into an early graveget out of bed, get fucking dressedand think of better ways to keep busyclap your hands do the dead man shufflekilling ourselves for a living wageget out of bedget fucking dressedand get busy From Letras Mania