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It's 5 o'clock in the morningYou're lying in your bedYou wonder why it's not morning in your headThe day is open for businessBut still your eyes are closedYou spread your dreamsLike butter on your toastOpen all the windowsAnd we're rolling up the blindsAll across the worldAre people wiping sleep from tired eyesThe faces on the curtainsAll the Jekylls and the Hydes are goneIt's 6 o'clock in the morningYou're only half awakeThe other half is shavingAnd the toothpaste like a snakeHas slithered out the door of the bathroomAnd it's hissing in your earGet up, get out, get out of hereThe sound of people being peopleSlowly fills the airAnd all the crazy things they doTo get from here to thereAnd when the one you're holdingRuns her fingers through your hairYou're onShifting through the gearsIt's 8 o'clock in the morningIt's been 8 o'clock for yearsThe factory gates are openingTo let the night shift outAnd the day shift inIt's 9 o'clock in the morningYou've been this way beforeBut something seems to be differentAnd you can't quite put your finger on it at all
It's 5 o'clock in the morningYou're lying in your bedYou wonder why it's not morning in your headThe day is open for businessBut still your eyes are closedYou spread your dreamsLike butter on your toastOpen all the windowsAnd we're rolling up the blindsAll across the worldAre people wiping sleep from tired eyesThe faces on the curtainsAll the Jekylls and the Hydes are goneIt's 6 o'clock in the morningYou're only half awakeThe other half is shavingAnd the toothpaste like a snakeHas slithered out the door of the bathroomAnd it's hissing in your earGet up, get out, get out of hereThe sound of people being peopleSlowly fills the airAnd all the crazy things they doTo get from here to thereAnd when the one you're holdingRuns her fingers through your hairYou're onShifting through the gearsIt's 8 o'clock in the morningIt's been 8 o'clock for yearsThe factory gates are openingTo let the night shift outAnd the day shift inIt's 9 o'clock in the morningYou've been this way beforeBut something seems to be differentAnd you can't quite put your finger on it at all