Pick up My Keys
two-tone, walking bass · voix féminine · rapide · 3:00
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Verse
The neon light is flickering low
The coffee's bitter and the time is slow
I've stared at this screen for a thousand years
Drowning my soul in a sea of fears
The printer is jammed and the boss is loud
Just another face in a hollow crowd
Chorus
Pick up my keys and I'm out the door
I won't be stepping on this carpet floor
No more memos and no more lies
I'm chasing the sun in the open skies
Walking away with a rhythmic beat
Leaving the madness on this dead-end street
Verse
The filing cabinet is rusted shut
The spirit is broken in this cubicle rut
I packed my desk in a cardboard box
Moving my life past these heavy locks
The elevator hums a goodbye song
I knew I didn't belong here all along
Chorus
Pick up my keys and I'm out the door
I won't be stepping on this carpet floor
No more memos and no more lies
I'm chasing the sun in the open skies
Walking away with a rhythmic beat
Leaving the madness on this dead-end street
Bridge
One last glance at the grey hallway
Nothing left for me to say
The sidewalk's calling, the wind is sweet
I'm finding my soul on the city street
Chorus
Pick up my keys and I'm out the door
I won't be stepping on this carpet floor
No more memos and no more lies
I'm chasing the sun in the open skies
Walking away with a rhythmic beat
Leaving the madness on this dead-end street
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