Boiled Frogs City and Colour
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Old man sits at his desk
One year from retirement
And he's up for review
He's not quite sure what to do
Each passing year
The workload grows
I'm always wishing
I'm always wishing too late
For things to come my way
It always ends up the same
And I must be missing
I must be missing the point
Your signal fades away
And all I'm left with is noise
So wait up
I'm not sleeping alone again tonight
There's so much to dream about
There must be more to my life
Poor little tin man
Still swinging his axe
Even though, even though
His joints are clogged with rust
One year from retirement
And he's up for review
He's not quite sure what to do
Each passing year
The workload grows
I'm always wishing
I'm always wishing too late
For things to come my way
It always ends up the same
And I must be missing
I must be missing the point
Your signal fades away
And all I'm left with is noise
So wait up
I'm not sleeping alone again tonight
There's so much to dream about
There must be more to my life
Poor little tin man
Still swinging his axe
Even though, even though
His joints are clogged with rust
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