Песни

Alarm goes off, 6 a.m.,

One more day and then weekend.

Dressed in the office uniform,

Hairbrushes, all shape and form.

Through the door, and cross the street,

While I was trying to make up time,

Buy the ticket, squeeze on the train,

Eyes fixed firmly on the windowpane.

C

B

   Repeat again…

     You live inside this machine,

B

F

     Nothing ever slows down.

     The slate will always wipe clean,

B

C

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Dm

     You seem to make up crown.

Alarm goes off, 5 p.m.,

Before the after-work wind down.

No one’s gonna hang around,

Target failure to the drown.

A bottle spirits sinking fast,

Another one rising at last.

The self assured never scar,

Their pride will heal with comp pending car.

     You live inside this machine,

     Nothing ever slows down.

     But the slate will always wipe clean,

B

C

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     You seem to make up crown.

     Make up, make up crown,

B

C

     Make up crown…