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lyrics: J. Morse © 1984 Quarter til four, try to write some more Getting nowhere The words won't flow, nothing to show Eyes, an empty stare The songs used to rush out of my head Now the urge to create is dead Ten past five, I'm still alive But my mind is paralyzed All my thoughts swim around in the late-night sound All my life analyzed But there's nothing new to be retold All I know is I'm growing old I'm working so hard Nothing to show for it I've got to keep on Reach out and go for it This is my life All that I'm made for Tedious life What can I say? It's all I can do It's the only way I know Seven AM, who cares about them? Leeches and worms They live off my songs, don't care if they're wrong Parasites and germs They cover my tunes, make millions on end But I never get the credit that they never send I'm working so hard Nothing to show for it I've got to keep on Reach out and go for it This is my life All that I'm made for Tedious life What can I say? It's all I can do It's the only way I know Half past three, time for tea Thirty minutes away But here I am, they don't give a damn I'm still slaving away I'm working so hard Nothing to show for it I've got to keep on Reach out and go for it This is my life All that I'm made for Tedious life What can I say? It's all I can do It's the only way I know |