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[Intro] [Verse] Three A.M., the fluorescent hum Static air, make my senses numb Sorting through the wash and dry Watch the soapy bubbles fly The heavy spin, the metal skin The cycle starts, the work begins Dirty denim, heavy cloth Scraping off the winter froth [Chorus] Spin it 'round, catch the light Working through the dead of night Silver coins in the tray Wash the dusty sins away Small wins, stack 'em high Underneath the city sky [Verse] Found a note in a pocket seam Faded ink, a broken dream "Call me back" or "Buy the bread" Words that someone never said Found a nickel, found a dime Buying back a little time Lint trap full of gray debris This is how I set 'em free [Chorus] Spin it 'round, catch the light Working through the dead of night Silver coins in the tray Wash the dusty sins away Small wins, stack 'em high Underneath the city sky [Bridge] [Scratch: "Check the pocket..."] [Scratch: "One time..."] It ain't about the grand design It's about the bottom line The grit, the soap, the steady beat Keeping traction on the street [Verse] Old man in the corner seat Wet boots on the linoleum sheet He don't talk, he just stares Folding up his heavy cares I'm the ghost behind the glass Watching all the hours pass Dryer sheets and fabric softener Life gets hard, I make it softer [Chorus] Spin it 'round, catch the light Working through the dead of night Silver coins in the tray Wash the dusty sins away Small wins, stack 'em high Underneath the city sky [Outro]
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