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A perpetual existence from 9 to 5 Live to work and constantly strife to fulfill your Debt and monstrous mind A colorless life of an unusual kind. Lost in technicolor talking heads The only moment of clarity comes after your dead; Lovely, Long, Laborious days A life made worthless for a little pay When it's all said and done and all that is left is a little bit of money and a lot of theft A stone, a hole, and a forgotten name A house, a car, and a lot of shame.
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Jul 23, 2013
Jul 23, 2013 at 10:27 AM UTC
The American Reality
A perpetual existence from 9 to 5 Live to work and constantly strife to fulfill your Debt and monstrous mind A colorless life of an unusual kind. Lost in technicolor talking heads The only moment of clarity comes after your dead; Lovely, Long, Laborious days A life made worthless for a little pay When it's all said and done and all that is left is a little bit of money and a lot of theft A stone, a hole, and a forgotten name A house, a car, and a lot of shame.
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Jul 23, 2013
Jul 23, 2013 at 10:27 AM UTC
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