This work

This work, it crushes my soul

Dragging me down

It’s oh so droll

For a glimmer of hope

Within my day

I would give anything

I would pocket my hands and pay

For the hope of something not so bad

That wouldn’t make me quite this sad

Is what pulls me through the years

Kicking and screaming

Pulling me through the tears

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