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Work
Oh me oh my
I work all the time
I honestly just feel like a tiny fly
In this large world full of crime
I wonder what is my purpose here
When all i do is work
All i want to do is have an ice cold beer
My manager hides in the back continuing to lurk
Maybe i should quit this joint
Tell them i broke my leg
But what would even be the point
All I’d do is go drink a keg
Oh yes a beer is what i need
If only he had a heart
To let me leave this company greed
So i can get drunk behind the old mini mart
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