Another night in a succession Thinly glued with beer and wine It's a precarious profession Every day at work sees your heart on the line Maybe I should have gone to business school Or gained myself a respectable trade Or stayed in childhood where the shade keeps you cool Making my living selling lemonade But running through my veins Are the words and the refrains As if they were my lifeblood itself And you know I can't stay alive on the food of 9 to 5 My dreams are just old picture on the shelf Oh yeah
I remember the folks said give it a try Or you'll never know who you might have been And just remember nothing is the end of the world Until the world comes to an end Still there's a point to this philosophy (when you take a look inside) Of taking a look at who you are Still sometimes all I have to help me see Are all the mirrors behind the bar But running through my veins Are the words and the refrains As if they were my lifeblood itself And you know I can't stay alive on the food of 9 to 5 My dreams are just old picture on the shelf Oh yeah
But running through my veins Are the words and the refrains As if they were my lifeblood itself And you know I can't stay alive on the food of 9 to 5 My dreams are just old picture on the shelf Oh yeah
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