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You get hired and fired, work for nothing you're tired and the rent's due on Friday. You aspire to greatness and get less and get less until the mess that you're in becomes a part of you, in spite of you trying to get by and why are you dying? and they fire you again and someone hires you again and it's tiring again and the rent's due on Friday. The day that you die day is Friday and will be until you see that it's pointless to get less and stay in the mess that you're in. So spin the bottle and make the call open the throttle smash into a wall. It's about choices I guess, a mess is less of a mess when you're trying to clean up your act. Isn't cleanliness next to godliness? on the chess board where the King meets the Queen the pawns haven't seen the end of it. So hire me and fire me and wire me the news don't confuse me with words which I don't often use, The rent's due on Friday if I work I might pay it or I might stay in bed and pretend that I'm ill.
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Nov 24, 2015
Nov 24, 2015 at 12:05 PM UTC
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You get hired and fired, work for nothing you're tired and the rent's due on Friday. You aspire to greatness and get less and get less until the mess that you're in becomes a part of you, in spite of you trying to get by and why are you dying? and they fire you again and someone hires you again and it's tiring again and the rent's due on Friday. The day that you die day is Friday and will be until you see that it's pointless to get less and stay in the mess that you're in. So spin the bottle and make the call open the throttle smash into a wall. It's about choices I guess, a mess is less of a mess when you're trying to clean up your act. Isn't cleanliness next to godliness? on the chess board where the King meets the Queen the pawns haven't seen the end of it. So hire me and fire me and wire me the news don't confuse me with words which I don't often use, The rent's due on Friday if I work I might pay it or I might stay in bed and pretend that I'm ill.
john-edward-smallshaw
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Nov 24, 2015
Nov 24, 2015 at 12:05 PM UTC
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