I know that some days it feels like a 9 to 5 deathmarch.
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And that's half the waking day taken away.
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I'm pretty sure that we imagined something more.
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Don't let that fire in your eyes flicker and fade.
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They're experts at extinguishing hope, so you better hold it and keep it sclose.
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It's a one-round match; you better grab it by the throat.
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And don't let go...
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I'd like to say hats off to the slash-and-burn architects,
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They know exactly where despair and commerce intersect.
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They've sloved the equation for the gold rush, soul-crush;
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Three hundred million open mouths choking on the surplus.
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Labor Day
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| Paint It Black |
