I can't pretend that this is working well.
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If you couldn't really tell,
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this has become my perfect hell -
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at least from where I'm seeing things.
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At least from where I'm seeing things,
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the heartache that my toil brings
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is not worth what I'm getting paid to make
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someone above me rich.
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I can't pretend that this is working right.
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If you're all alone tonight,
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I sure could use another fight,
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at least from where I'm seeing things.
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Oh, sad oh sad and holy glow,
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to know the desperate seeds you've sown again.
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Rhythm And Blues
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Two Thirty Eight (Two ThirtyEight) |