Lights from 'lectricity,
The sound of air rushing in through the vents,
A cop show on TV.
There is a time when you will have to leave,
Keep an eye on the clock,
Think of all the other ones in the world,
Occupied by exactly the same thoughts,
Moving through exactly the same routine.
Doesn't that connect you,
To the pulse of the way things work 'round here?
Give life to what you do?
It's like we're one,
We've figured out the way,
To live separately from each other,
Knowing we are all facing the same day.
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