thevogues
Nobody told The Vogues to retire.

Up every morning just to keep a job,

I gotta fight my way through the hustling mob,

Sounds of the city pounding in my brain,

While another day goes down the drain (Yeah, yeah, yeah).

but it’s a five o’clock world when the whistle blows,

No-one owns a piece of my time,

And there’s a five o’clock me inside my clothes,

Thinking that the world looks fine, yeah,

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