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Ode to the man with two jobs In public he smiles, but alone he sobs Working hard for nothing Only seeking for a little something His wife works too But this is nothing new Always worrying about rent
Listening to a Instrumental can be so soothing ,like the wave of a hand imitating the movement of a snake in slow motion . Just as clever as the rain rolling of the sides of your window pane at night time .
I often imagine you as a bar of soap. Two people trying to grab at you only to control you. Your slipping, slipping, slipping. You've slipped away. But not from me. From them. Welcome home sister.
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