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Five O’Clock World - The Vogues
Up every mornin’ just to keep a job
I gotta fight my way through the husslin’ mob
Sounds of the city poundin’ in my brain
While another day goes down the drain
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
Thinkin’ that the world looks fine, yeah
Holiday, yeah...
Thank you.
Thank you very much.