Lookin' for my golden ticket, can't find no silver linin'
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These days, "9-to-5" feels more like "25 to life", and
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Tryin' to make a livin' isn't supposed to feel like dyin'
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I punch the clock, wanna punch a ticket to New York and punch the boss
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But they don't pay enough for me to cover that cost
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So, I punch the Sheetrock instead
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Cover my debts, keep the family fed
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They been promisin' me
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Another dollar or three
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But that talk is as cheap as these boots I'm wearin'
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And that's been wearin' on more than my soul
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And all that I know
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Is tryin' to make a livin' isn't supposed to feel like dyin'
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Lookin' for my golden ticket, can't find no silver linin'
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These days, "9-to-5" feels more like "25 to life", and
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Tryin' to make a livin' isn't supposed to feel like dyin', nah
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Supposed to feel like dyin', nah
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Red, blue, right, left, they still workin' us to death
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And whatever's left over at the end's to the IRS
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Head above water but I'm kickin' like hell
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Ain't nobody lookin' out for me but myself
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Ain't no gettin' out from under all of these underpaid checks
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And last time I checked
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Tryin' to make a livin' isn't supposed to feel like dyin'
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Lookin' for my golden ticket, can't find no silver linin'
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These days, "9-to-5" feels more like "25 to life", and
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Tryin' to make a livin' isn't supposed to feel like dyin', nah (Hell nah)
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Supposed to feel like dyin', nah (Hell nah, hell nah)
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Supposed to feel like dyin', nah (Hell nah)
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Tryin' to make a livin' isn't supposed to feel like dyin'
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Lookin' for my golden ticket, can't find no silver linin'
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These days, "9-to-5" feels more like "25 to life", and
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Tryin' to make a livin' isn't supposed to feel like dyin', nah (Hell nah)
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Supposed to feel like dyin', nah (Hell nah, hell nah)
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Supposed to feel like dyin', nah (Hell nah)
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Hell nah
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Hell nah
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Hell nah
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Hell nah
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