I sit in my chair,There's a lot of work,I get up from there,Let me do some more talk, There are many bills to pay,Wasting lives to save,Solid foundations to lay,A younger generation to train. I say, there's more than enough time,I've got the whole of tomorrow,A little talk is no big crime,I've also got a TV series to follow. Slowly, I begin to loose passion,My desire to work turns into hatred,I soon realise it's no illusion,The time's gone, traded.


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