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You don't need space to focus |
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There is no cause to dream |
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Compulsive gatherer leans over drifters |
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And the lame to get right to the prize |
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Stampede at expectation's peak |
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Stampede at expectation's peak |
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Blow to blow, job to job |
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Work to rule, lauded one |
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Work to rule with derision |
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You don't need space to focus |
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There is no cause to dream |
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You don't need space to focus |
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There is no cause to dream |
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Run a mile, dialed in |
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Work to rule, pre-emptive |
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Work to rule, primitives |
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In determinate are the hours |
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Or minutes to happily take stock |
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At the point when you return to the earth |
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Precious little left to objectify and shun |
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Will you wish you'd broken ranks? |
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Or was living still a drawback? |
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Indeterminate |
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Your achievements |
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Just egocentric figments? |
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To settle down and be tranquil |
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The preserve of the idle |
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Obsessive go-getter means to surpass |
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Every pleasure and dumb time waster |
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Stampede at expectation's peak |
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Stampede at expectation's peak |
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Take up slack, break your back |
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Work to rule on the rack |
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Work to rule and collapse, and collapse |
