"Freeway" genre: Guitar Rock
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	40 hours a week, this mere mortal is forced to cope with an isolated position, seated on a chair with wheels in front of a monitor. If the cubicle walls could speak, they would sing about the freeway...
	CD: Music to Wash to   Label: Soundwidth Credits: Music and Lyrics - Sam Lewis
	Lyrics Up on the groove, soaking the fumes, sang me a tune, it went Biding my time, as I search for a sign, losing my mind on the freeway 9AM you open the door Down a drink you bought at the store Settle in your cubicle hell, I don't wanna stay So I will live for the day, wasted away, stare into space Climbing the vine, see how they whine, waiting in line on the freeway Counting down the week by the hour Waking late no time for a shower Begging for a Friday to come, there goes another day We're headed for a bridge... Give me back today so I can turn around my pain Living games we play, all the love begins to fade Still it's all the same, driving down this path again...gone! That's how we live, corporate gimps, I'm growing limp What's left to do, I just stand here confused and take the abuse On the freeway

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