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wake up wake up you're late get up
get up get clean get dressed go out
get there get in you're late clock on
sign in log in start up shut up

eat lunch skin up roll up cave in
co caine move on move in move out
co ag u late the job you hate
buy low sell high no hope no doubt

fit in fit in fit in fit in
fit in fit in fit in fit in
fit in fade out throw up fold up
sit out and fuck off fuck off

during the outro section...

So what if significant numbers of city traders have
an unspoken ulterior motive for doing that job?
They appear to be in it for the salary, 
the docklands apartment and so on but in fact
they revolve around time spent immersed in the 
act of trade itself, lost in a pinpoint link of 
connectedness and they are consumed by those 
moments where concentration opens into a holistic
vitality. Ascribing this motive paints an almost
Buddhist framework around the most directly 
Capitalist earning method. 

It all boils down to intention.