Hopelessly Devoted To Them

In the morning, when I’m woken
By the sound of my alarm
Stretching out my arm
I want to screw it up in my palm
And I’ve taken this route to work
A thousand times or more
And when you’ve seen before before
You tend to get a little bored
They’ve got the keys to all my doors (they've got the keys to all my doors)
They hold my where and when (they hold my where and when)
So I guess I’ll always be (I guess I’ll always be)
Hopelessly devoted to them
In the office when I’m working
There’s a funeral atmosphere
I know I lost someone dear
But I didn’t see him disappear
And I’m lying in my bed
'Cause it’s keeping me awake
And you think there’s no escape
They’ve bound me in red tape
Hopelessly devoted to them
Hopelessly devoted to them…