.(Yelling)
Now I'm the kind of man,
Who never got his way,
I do what my boss says,
No sleep migrane,
Wednesdays or Sundays,
All the fucking same,
Didn't know every day could,
Bring on such shame,
If you're asking about love,
There really was no hope,
And tryin.
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