Holes barely spent
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Crossed T's never read
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Etching away
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'til the end of the day
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Save up for the rest
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And you'll hope for the next
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Hot spill
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Cheap thrill
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You're the last of the line
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And wasted your time
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You're too eager to stall
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A bit too sure of it all
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But left with your empty fate
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You pick up a paperweight
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So work it, baby, work it
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Work it, baby, work it
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Mix and blend
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Words are written again and again
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Oh, cycle the air
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You swallow and stare
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Alone at the setting sun
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Well there goes another one
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Counting down
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For a night on the town
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Now work it, baby, work it
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Work it, baby, work it
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Yeah, work it, baby, work it
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Work it, baby
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Work
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Junior Boys |