Wake at four and
Slip into the train
Time to join the rat race
Jot in planner
Take some time for son
It would be a change for once
You said you'd be there
A promise was broken
Love could not give you a reason
To stay, to stay
Look around at these people
That you call your friends
They would sell you for money
If they ever got the chance
I don't think that you saw the cost or consequence
Of killing those years
Sold your soul to chase for gold and fame
It has cost you everything
Punch the clock and work the overtime
The hourglass has run dry

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