I'm what defines you.
Stick it out, you'll come around.
Get out behind
You've done your best
Today's the rest.

Don't stop, don't stop
Your work is therapy.
Don't stop, don't stop
Your work is therapy.

Tied to the corner
Window's sweet, life complete.
Mind you the mortal
Mill you taste
The more you waste.

Don't stop, don't stop
Your work is therapy.
Don't stop, don't stop
Your work is therapy.
Don't stop, don't stop
Your work is therapy.

In the cubicle I'll be alright
Silhouetted by florescent light.
Her halo glows, but she's leaving tomorrow
And she's coming my way.
Already too close to escape.

Delete, erase.
Pack all my grief in my briefcase.
Spin up the lock so you can forget the code
A respite from clock that light up at any time.

Don't die on me so
And I won't die empty
Turning the mill
Drowning in knee-deep samoin streams.
You are the savior of my wounded will
Beckoning softly to me in my dreams.

Don't stop, don't stop
Your work is therapy.
Don't stop, don't stop
Your work is therapy.
Don't stop, don't stop
Your work is therapy.
Don't stop, don't stop
Your work is therapy.


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Carparks & Cubicles (Work) song meanings
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