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Lyrics:

A man sits at his desk

One year from retirement

And he's up for review

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 go my way

It always ends up the same

Count your blessings

I must be missing

I must be missing the point

Your signal fades away

And all I'm left with is noise

Count your blessings on one hand

So wait up

I'm not sleeping along 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 his joints are clogged with rust

My youth is slipping

My youth is slipping away

Safe in monotony, so safe, day after day

Count your blessings

My youth is slipping

My youth is slipping away

Cold wind blows off the lage and I know for sure that it's too late

Count your blessings on one hand

So wait up

I'm not sleeping along again tonight

There's so much to dream about

There must be more to my life

Can't help but feel betrayed

Punch the clock every single day

There's no loyalty, and no remorse

Youth sold for a pension cheque

And it makes him fucking sick

He's heating up he can't say no

So wait up

I'm not sleeping along again tonight

There's so much to dream about

There must be more to my life

So wait up

I'm not sleeping along again tonight

Between the light and shallow waves

Is where I'm going to die