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there must be

now the day is over

and my duties are done

just tell me now

what is left for me

coming home

with a bag in my hand

lay me down

like the night before

putting on the tv

and spending all evening

just drinking wine

and thinking why

morning comes

with all it’s promises

I know it’s not

ment for me

I musn’t complain

I’ve myself to blame

for not seeing the fun

in everything

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do exactly

what they tell me to

I slave all day

for the man in charge

like everyone else

I fool myself

to think that it

will change someday

it’s stupid to believe

yes really naive that it

ever could

turn around

and say it’s only

up to you

to change the things

which you hate

words without meaning

to someone like me

because I’m one of those

who doubt there is

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there must be

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