Original lyrics

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Days can be counted by the money spent Today was just another, better left unsaid Days can be counted by the time 'til rent Tomorrow's just another, like the one that comes next The car to the highway that leads to the job At the desk by the boss with the elegant watch The tick of the clock and the tick of the clock Mark the moments 'til the ticking stops But over time, the expectations grow People go to work and then people go home People go to work and then people go home People go to work and then people go home People go to work and then people go home Desk with the calendar, pull off a page Toss it in the bin where you throw them away Think of all the things that you'd do with a raise Yesterday's another today going to waste The car to the highway that takes you back home To the wife and the kids and the dog with the phone The tick of the clock and the tick of the clock Mark the moments 'til the ticking stops But over time, the expectations grow People go to work and then people go home People go to work and then people go home People go to work and then people go home People go to work and then people go home But over time, the expectations Sick of themselves, become replaced with The thing you hate, and always hated Know what I mean, yeah? People go to work and then people go home People go to work and then people go home People go to work and then people go home People go to work and then people go home People go to work and then people go home People go to work and then people go home People go to work and then people go home People go to work and then people go home