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I go to work in the morning I go to work every day though the boss gave me a warnin' I get run down by the foreman I dream through my mornings I dream through my days You know I come home by the sight of cigarette circles glowin' to go blind was fine when we were young but now dear, your disguise is fallin' so I'm up again the next morning an' you and I, we keep it that way The dull in the television dream distracts me after work what do I got left to believe? my soul's replaced by machines I am static in the evening and back at it by morning No I don't catch the politics the sport of the presidents none of these days, news do stick I'll admit I'm apathetic does my word matter anyway? Songtextewar or not, work's enough each day Well those days I spoke out my choice most days I try to avoid it now I can hardly hear that voice it's driven outta me each day I dreamt away my mornings I dreamt away my days (Thanks to V. Kapoor for these lyrics) Aus Songtexte Mania