Got a job, got a dream
But nothing is ever what it really seems
Working the nine to five
Bored to death but still got to be on the grind
Don't have a car, too lazy to walk the distance
Lyrics in my head but people don't listen
Spend my time memorizing songs to sing
But each word doesn't even mean a thing
To the ones who don't care

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