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With eyes turned up to the sky
In hopes to find that piece of pie
How many years of blood sweat and tears
Have you not yet made it out of here

Always asking for advice
When given saying that can't be right
All you've got, spinning like a top
Waiting for the ball to drop

You'll do this till the day you die
Wondering what is wrong with life
Feel the heat moving towards defeat
Press rewind and then repeat

Growing accustomed to the craziness
Pour more butane on the list
Stoke the fire, fan the flames higher
Situation is getting dire

How many times have you raised your hands
Surrendering over to life's demands
Always hoping for a change
Just this side of deranged  

Moving along with the crowd
To the humming of the vacant sound
Religiously you find your seat
Press rewind and then repeat

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Date: 9/17/2016 12:00:00 AM
Oh, so many clichés in this!
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Date: 9/16/2016 6:38:00 PM
I try to be a non-conformist… seems like everyone at work has a tattoo but me!:)
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Date: 9/15/2016 2:45:00 PM
Not me brother! I've always marched to my own drum. I love the rhyme and am certain most people can relate. I'm just a little odd:)
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Mike Hauser
Date: 9/15/2016 3:10:00 PM
Odd is good! Lol!