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Clock in youre at work but youre not working so hard
Checking messages ten times a day ensuring youre not bored
Talking on someone elses dime
Put a quarter in the pay phone dont keep them waiting on the line
Rushing through time just to find myself
Asking someone in the future if theyd save me a space
Cause the lines getting longer with every hour
People forget why theyre waiting
The moods turning sour
I dont want to go to school tomorrow
Stay up late watching TV
Eat a midnight snack Ill pretend its Friday
Complacent as Ill ever be
See those gentle sheep following a path to who knows where
Chewing on the grass so plentiful the wool is growing thicker
But the grass is made of plastic and theres plastic on the grass
A mechanical lady with her garden hose waters the cement
Wheres my mystical pan who plays on his flute?
Dancing entrancing those who choose to hear his tune
Therell be a man who comes out of hiding
Hell be the one who forces you to decide
Why cant I just believe just believe?
I can move my feet
Pondering is a step beyond wondering
Complacent as Ill ever be