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I think I know what to do

I have to prioritize
And to think they want me to be General Manager
Not gonna happen
I'm gonna quit this management job
I have to
I'll do summer school
I'll get a job as a bank teller when the fall comes
That's a little more in line with my economics major anyway
Less hours, sundays and holidays off
No more 24 hour-a-day Motel 6 schedule
I can do it
I have a plan now
A way out
Light at the end of the tunnel

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