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9 till 5

Working 9 till 5 to keep me alive, working 9 till 5 because I've gotta survive.

From the 9 till 5, we can not hide.

I go outside and look at the world, and dream of something I can build.

I'd build a world where we all can live, a place that won't judge you on what you can give.

Heaven on earth is the place it should be, a place we can all run, wild and free.

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