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 Everything is bleak

 It's the middle of the night.

 You're all alone and the dummies might be right.

 You feel like a jerk.

 My music at work.

 My music at work.

 Avoid trends and clichés.

 Don't try to be up to date.

 And when the sunlight hits the olive oil,

 don't hesitate.

The night's so long it hurts

 My music at work.

 In a symbol too far

 or the anatomy of a stain;

 to determine where you are,

 in a sink full of Ganges, I'd remain -

No matter what you heard

 in my music at work.

 My music at work.

 My music at work.

 I call it 'Olga waits;

 The Cloud That Entertains

 The Dim Possibility of Showing Some Restraint.'

The rain came down berserk.

My music at work.

My music at work.

 On a star beyond the chart

 or the dark side of a drop of rain.

 Determining where you are,

 in a sink full of Ganges, I remain -

 No matter what you heard

 My music at work.

 My music at work.

 My music at work.

 Everything is bleak

 It's the middle of the night.

 You're all alone and the dummies might be right.

 You feel like a jerk.

 My music at work.

 My music at work.

 Hey fallen hummingbird,

 my music at work.

 From the middle of the earth,

 my music at work.

 Bound for bed without dessert,

 my music at work.

 My music at work.

 My music at work.