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The day breaks and the morning comes alive The down and outs leave their luxurious trappings The shop doorways are hosed down The rush hour rushes by Shop girls display tomorrow's must haves Perfume lingers over the first hit of coffee Gossip travels at high speed Numb minding work begins Old lady fidgets with new generation card The war was easier she sighs Kids try to sell you tomorrows version of yesterday's wheel No catch up it seems in the technological world Only the race to the bottom Traders popping uppers invent the ten day week Live for today, dollar tomorrow Gold and sharp suits can’t hide the body crumbling Clinics battery charge the fading hopefuls New lease of life, the temporary meltdown One born every minute Evening drinks ***** the day from hell Home time sets tomorrow's doom alarm The night people emerge Shop doorway heaters blowing, provide luxury Last weeks paper catches his eye He immediately goes to stocks and shares Things are looking great Just as he predicted The twenty four year old drifts off to sleep, smiling thoughts of yesteryear Those were the days Those were the days.
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May 22, 2017
May 22, 2017 at 4:58 PM UTC
Burnout.
The day breaks and the morning comes alive The down and outs leave their luxurious trappings The shop doorways are hosed down The rush hour rushes by Shop girls display tomorrow's must haves Perfume lingers over the first hit of coffee Gossip travels at high speed Numb minding work begins Old lady fidgets with new generation card The war was easier she sighs Kids try to sell you tomorrows version of yesterday's wheel No catch up it seems in the technological world Only the race to the bottom Traders popping uppers invent the ten day week Live for today, dollar tomorrow Gold and sharp suits can’t hide the body crumbling Clinics battery charge the fading hopefuls New lease of life, the temporary meltdown One born every minute Evening drinks ***** the day from hell Home time sets tomorrow's doom alarm The night people emerge Shop doorway heaters blowing, provide luxury Last weeks paper catches his eye He immediately goes to stocks and shares Things are looking great Just as he predicted The twenty four year old drifts off to sleep, smiling thoughts of yesteryear Those were the days Those were the days.
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Gaffer
May 22, 2017
May 22, 2017 at 4:58 PM UTC
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