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society, they will be isolated
The other ones get their revenge
Why can we not be happy to work with them, is this impossible?
When we meet these
were inseparable
They were all they had
He was gifted in the mirror
She was diamond clad
He went off to work
And his head was clear
When he got
free
Free?
You know
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You can't have any other contractual obligations
Ahh
Second
that spot I occupied
How could I not acknowledge your work?
A Mason jar used to steal the dollars out of her purse
It breaks my heart to see you struggle
telling me don't you react
This'll get you a felony
Work on your balance and I'm talking chemically
Call up my shooter and aim at your melon-y
I do not
der die Zeit managt
Mehr als 'n Job - Work-Life Balance
Ein Chef im Freizeitlook
Kickertisch gegen Leistungsdruck
Und die Weihnachtsfeier im
your number down
Met this bitch in the IE used to work at the mills
Part time, went to college, Cal State in the hills
Bitch would claim she always
security.
But your phone is dead, your line won't work, they've,
Cut the lines,
Technical difficulties.
You're tossing and you're turning and you're
the strip.
After work we'd meet for breakfast,
I'd help her count up all her tips.
She'd stuff some money in my pocket
And say, "Baby, go back home.
Now
girl
Work 25/8 that's an understate
But I'm against the law
And you are too
So when I bend her, I see the future
Like it was a oracle
Stressful life will
so I would fall
I cannot fade into this grey anymore
While all of these colours unfold
If this were all a work of art
I'd trace your lines, colour
She's a honey, and brings in the money
Works for pleasure, but always gets paid
She oozes sex appeal,
But she just isn't real
Minus zero
Ula
Sometimes I've just had enough
And I feel that life is kinda tough
Maybe I could work it out
But there's nothing that I care about
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to work
The boy just trying to throw some magic down upon the world
But you can't dance forever, the last waltz is over
And most of all as I recall
me when I should, I don't drink in your pub
What makes you think I work round your ohhhhohhhhhhhh
Don't feel bad, don't look back, don't feel bad
Everyone says that
It'll never work
Yeah, we're in it one minute
Then we're flipping that switch
Yeah, it's on again off again
We got that mad love
Haters
me tell you something,
Something, something
Is way better than nothing,
Nothing, nothing
You tired it all to make the relationships work
The only
didn't know the meaning of work,
He disrespected mama, and treated us like dirt.
I left home, seekin' a job that I never did find,
Depressed
give me a job,
Then the rest of the crap will get solved.
Put me to work,
You would think that by now I'm allowed.
I'll do you proud.
Throw me
Well, I'll Be Doggone if I would work all day
And I'll Be Doggone if I would bring you my pay
But if I ever caught you running around,
blowing my
you can see
Follow me to the never
Full schedule
Work a triple double, ballin' on a budget
Bills comin', call it fast money gone before I touch it
Fuck
And darkness will be rewritten
Into a work of fiction, you'll see
As you pull on every ribbon
You'll find every secret it keeps
The sound of the branches
I am the man with the golden arm
I got legs of steel and a platinum palm
I'm the b-b-b-b-baritone of the works
And needles and pins make me feel
Understand why I could dry my tears
And try to work it out somehow
Why do you give me such a hard time
I know I'm wrong
So maybe I'll never be right
I'm
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