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All day long you go too fast, go to fast
All day long you multi-task, multi-task
You leave nothing to last, nothing to last
Your flask is empty, need to fill, you need to fill,
I feel like I'm your sleeping pill

You're so busy, you're always in a rush, in a rush,
You multi-task, multi-task until you shut down, deep, in sleeping hush
Don't smell roses on your way to work!
Give them time of their own.
You can't appreciate when you multi-task, multi-task.
No, you can't.

You work all day, yeah, even at the end of all day
Sometimes keeping your call to me at bay, at bay
Until the very very end of the day, yeah, the very end of the day,
You fade fast and more, then you're gone [sleep], and then I'm talking to my pill-oh
You've made me feel like your sleeping pill, sleeping pill-oh

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