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Wake up early, hustle up to breakfastThose were the grim days, taking our timeHigh profile, private educationHeathen insider in an outside townA-students mingle with blue-collar workersThey couldn't do it if they triedA stern line, certainly appealingBut damaged agenda when it bores the crowdA tough crusader, boy, he gets results, thoughI'm refined, I get to list them allSo resilient, more fun than brilliantSticking around until they kick you outWe find that all of our days are stacked up with the rest of them hereThe stewards of sport, they need a lesson from the pit bosses they used to jeerThough it unravels, oh, it unravels to the core of the character kidsInsofar as we're concerned, a knock-out punch is well deserved.Mirror images blur.All fall in line and take what you earn, it all has a priceRight where you tread, full speed ahead, with furious mightPardon my speech, we're waiting to leave, we're waiting to leaveShe said she's tired, well, we're all tired, kindly refrainLetras de cancionesI'll draw you a map, we'll get there todayYou're not too late, come inside, you're not too lateCheer up, it's your lucky dayCheer up, it's your lucky dayI know exactly what it means to tightropeShe says she's here to stay, it's all talk talk talkingBitter observations, damn the doses, let it fizzle outThe drawback difference, listen to the cadenceStumble stumble forwardGunshot jokesters home from college, knavish in behaviorMind the manor for the glory houndsReady-made victors, law-abiding fightersTremor tremor, I'm not saying it's fineIt's just a job or a joint resolutionSelling our house so we can leave this townAround the world summer, funny how we wonder if its worth the risk of leaving tonightCurve ball crafts caught in the snag, working hard to put up a fightShutterbug vets in the powder room making a mess, yeah, you're making a messBut Janie's in the back, cleaning up, making so much sense("Bobby?")All fall in line, take what you learn, it all has a priceRight where you tread, we're full speed ahead, with furious mightWell, pardon my speech, we're waiting to leave, we're waiting to leaveChanging the tide, it's just what we're told, now go get it rightBargain a plea, a throwback it seems, now quiet comply From Letras Mania