.Everyday I wake up the same
Void of feeling and of aim
Everyday I taste the defeat
Endless cycle so incomplete
Running into walls again
Chip my teeth on all these bricks
Every things so plain to see
Nine till five it's hounding me
Tow the line, make the dime
Stran.
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