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Overtime
The more I work
The more I get behind
So I’m putting in
Overtime
When I get home
It takes a day to unwind
It’s like suicide
Just a little at a time
All day long an long into the night
I’m growing awfully tired of overtime
I work so hard
I feel my flesh on my bones
And when I think I’m done
They demand some more
It’s like running under water
Unable to move faster
Where the things float by
Much to quickly to grab them
Some day I’d like To just settle down
Relax, take a breath And just look around
Enjoy the fresh air
Without a worry or care
And I know it’s in reach
And I want it so bad that I can taste it
Well you might call me a fighter
Or you might call me a loser
But as I see the facts they only tell me
That the more I work the more I get behind
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