The Rush
You wake,
you work,
you work,
you pay,
you pay,
you stay,
you stay,
you pay,
The daily routine is never ending,
Full of constant receiving and sending,
We make our way through day by day,
Dragging our feet as we make our way.
At night we crawl into our beds
and lay down our tired heads,
Your happy place, of quiet and peace,
Finally I can rest at ease.
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