Black Friday

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[Verse]
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We get up early, we come home tired
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Our lives for hire, we're making money for someone else
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Can't breathe like there's hands around my throat
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Can't scream this place is filled with ghosts
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Everybody's looking for something
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Can't leave or we're left with nothing

[Chorus]
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Clap your hands do the dead man shuffle
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Slouch our way into an early grave

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[Verse]
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Is it disappointment or mild annoyance?
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A sense of contentment or fucking resentment?

[Chorus]
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Move your feet to this dead end beat
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Slouch our way into an early grave
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Get out of bed, get fucking dressed
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And think of better ways to keep busy


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[Chorus]
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Clap your hands do the dead man shuffle
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Killing ourselves for a living wage
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Get out of bed
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Get fucking dressed
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And get busy