.We're all creatures of habit, we spill all our tragic thoughts
In their little black boxes, turn our love switches off
In the morning when freedom is calling
And all they can hear are the sounds of the haves and have-nots
They'll break you ten ways to Sunday
And eleven to Monday, .
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