Lyrics:
this life Borrowed from the sands of time Futile, this toil and strife Spinning my wheels for a grave of dimes And it's too late once you've begun It's
move unless I say so 'cause I pick you up when you fall No watch on my wrist go round the clock I toil, toil, toil and get my sorry ass home
make your report card I'll fill your results in So you can't hide from me You can't hide from home Please make my toil worthwhile Please face your books
is give; work is take Every piece of work you make Every day you toil away Work is busy; work is it Work is busy; work is it You learn a lot
am moving Erase the toil and the hoping Closing Door after door How many more? Door after door How many more? Are we all really the same? People walk
nails, the weary draw of a saw Frank toils hard to make a buck But will he profit from this awful change in the weather It will all come down
seen yet You wanna bet? You wanna bet? All your toil and all your trouble All your wit and all your pride You're a spotlight, you're a rebel You're
say I slack Present empty already people parasiting on my toil Make no soul ever try gravity sicof onoankasa go fall Rolling my boats to the better
can flip a coin And hope that our hopes from our toil Would make a path for a brighter morrow? Would bring back lives taken in such sorrow? And finally
It's not as expected But this all is nonsensical moil It's just Sisyphean toil Just Sisyphean toil The Sisyphean toil Of this dough you will never be
at the end A little more toil Almost at the end Been going for a while Almost at the end Fill my lamp with oil Almost at the end Over ocean and sea Rivers
of my fear It's got to be, got to be out here somewhere In my mind I see There's a light at the end of this tunnel There's an end to this toil
they will all fade away All that they gathered All their toil will be in vain Fool will gather Base on their greedy satisfaction Later they will suffer
It's bitter That why your blood boils Imaginary structures of order Our true masters: money, envy, toil World elite is lit Richest bitchest Over
All this Oil I'm in need of jars Through this toil I been counting stars Everyday I give my all Might not see tomorrow But if we gotta go We standing
rough around the edges Now I'm looking for a softer kind of metal Maybe I'll be your midlife crisis After all the toil of your youth Baby I'll be much
of toil to the city's cheer, A tale of laughter, as a farmer pioneers. (Verse 2) From dawn's first light, to the city's dawn, A metamorphosis, a journey
on the whiskey gals Whiskey gals Toil and trouble Whiskey gals Trouble and sin If you hang 'round with your drinking pals Never hang 'round on the whiskey gals My
the morning to toil in the fields Igorot, cool and smart are Igorots May they look down on us, it's just a sign of ignorance We're all the same in the sight
Did I do enough Will it be too tough Trying to get through this emotional toil Just trying to deal with this inner turmoil Will they think I was fair
It's what we think and what we feel In toils of despair That drives us to reveal The mask we wear Troubled sleep, wandering mind to darker place
Don't you ever ever forget The toil and sweat No never ever forget Bullied Exploited Pushed into a corner Each day they did dread But had to do it
wheel Made of shock or made of steel Those who toil and those who play Those who leave and those who stay Snow and steel don't dare feel Wind the reel
dedication man to make sure I ensure her 24 7 get money man in every way 24 7 get money man every single day Takes toil and contribution to get paid Vision
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