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This rat race, it’s one bad place Where I can’t breathe and I can’t see Struggling on my knees for this piece of cheese. The world? Oh, it’s watching, see? And coming after me on this treadmill
The distant smell of a fireplace on a cold night, feeling that first rain drop of an impending storm, being offered the last slice of pizza among friends, getting cozy under a freshly-cleaned blanket,
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