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Problems of this Life is what I think... Staring at the ceiling without a blink... All the hard work has gone down the drain... Those long hours & weekend have gone in vain... Money has become this life's marrow... This race has made us shallow... Problems of this Life is what I think... Staring at the ceiling without a blink... "Blue screen of death" is what I want... No Work to do and all fun around... Why should I work for a funny *** clown... Why should I keep my expectations down... Problems of this Life is what I think... Staring at the ceiling without a blink... EQ doesn't matter, nor do feelings... In the end this leaves you squealing... Like a swine... in a closed cage... Who has to take the inhuman shot.. despite all the rage... Problems of this Life is what I think... Staring at the ceiling without a blink...
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Mar 8, 2013
Mar 8, 2013 at 6:52 AM UTC
Problems of this Life is what I think...
Problems of this Life is what I think... Staring at the ceiling without a blink... All the hard work has gone down the drain... Those long hours & weekend have gone in vain... Money has become this life's marrow... This race has made us shallow... Problems of this Life is what I think... Staring at the ceiling without a blink... "Blue screen of death" is what I want... No Work to do and all fun around... Why should I work for a funny *** clown... Why should I keep my expectations down... Problems of this Life is what I think... Staring at the ceiling without a blink... EQ doesn't matter, nor do feelings... In the end this leaves you squealing... Like a swine... in a closed cage... Who has to take the inhuman shot.. despite all the rage... Problems of this Life is what I think... Staring at the ceiling without a blink...
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sachin-jain
Indian
Mar 8, 2013
Mar 8, 2013 at 6:52 AM UTC
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