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Sharp Class
Sharp Class
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Oliver Orton
Oliver Orton
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Sharp Class
Sharp Class
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The alarm you set pierces your safe slumber
Struggling to rise to a dawn, new era
You took a change in the road and that's how it goes
And it's the first day of many, say, how does it feel?
Start of a life that's a blue collar rat race
All while the white collar whistle and wait
For their money to walk through door
Dead on time, not a spot too late
Don't piss off the boss or he'll send you down
You've got to hold this job there's no time for fooling around
You've had those days
They say there's far far few from here on out
You get home in the evenings feeling tired and run down
'Cause all the magic had soon washed out
The weekend flies by welcome to another boring
Grey and monotonous Monday morning
When life is stuck in the midst of a burning cycle
No you can't break the chains of what you can not tackle
You're confused you feel misconstrued
How you're glued into the day but putting pace in a spiral down
You're still knackered from the week you've just had
You want more time to relax
'Cause all the scrimping for a pittance
Has got you down
La la la la la la
La la la la la la
La la la la la la
La la la la la la
Have you yet to wake and smell the coffee
Have you now fallen into societies grasp
It's tied you down
No more pubs, clubs or late nights
Life's left you behind or so that's what it feels like
Dust trapped in the light like a kite caught in the wind
Restrained to the reigns in a race you can't win
Nothing's free in this world
There's everything to lose
La la la la la la
La la la la la la
La la la la la la
La la la la la la
Eight years forward life could be called content
With a ring on your finger for the wife that you met
In a normal town, in a normal job
Stuck in a normal life where you'll always be wrong
And then the bills come through so please don't forget to
Fulfil the greedy bastard when he's done nothing for you
La la la la la la
La la la la la la
La la la la la la
Cracked paves carry worn out souls
Lives carried in a footprint
Dragging on long
Time's been short now it's gone
Say, how does it feel?
How does he feel?
La la la la la la
La la la la la la
La la la la la la
La la la la la la
La la la la la
La la la
Written by: Oliver Orton

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