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Up every mornin' just to keep up a job
I gotta find my way through the hustle and bustle
Sounds of the city poundin' in my brain
While another day goes down in rain
Yeah, yeah
But it's a floppy floppy world when the whistle blows
No one owns a piece of my time
And there's a five o'clock beat inside my clothes
Thinkin' that the world looks fine
Yeah
But I dare to say
Yeah
Trade my time for the pay I get
Livin' on money that I ain't made
Gotta make a way, gotta make my way
But I live for the end of the day
Yeah, yeah
But it's a five o'clock world when the whistle blows
No one owns a piece of my time
And there's a long-haired girl who waits side to nose
Me and my troubled mind
Yeah
But I dare to say
In the shelter of the hounds everything's okay
She talks and the world goes slippery
And I am the reason I can still go on
When every other reason is gone
Yeah, yeah
In my five o'clock world she waits for me
Nothin' else matters at all
Cause every time my baby smiles at me
I know that it's all worthwhile
Yeah
But I dare to say
But I dare to say
But I dare to say