.I clock about twelve hours a day at this damn place.
Drag myself in, it's a quarter to eight.
God, sweep it up, set it up, open the place up.
Deal with idiots to make a lousy forty bucks.
I walk my miles home in Boston's damn ass cold.
And when I think nothing's for nothing,
When I.
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