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Furrowed brow, vacant stare
Mind focused yet unaware
Knuckles tight as I make my way
Here we go, another day
Immersed I am in things to do
My job is important, without it who
am I do you think
Drink, it’s Friday night
A chance to escape the fight
The endless toil given to me by whom
Le grand autre I have succumbed to you
Driving
Rad…
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