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WORK
I don't like my job a lot.
Do I like it, I do not.
A cubiles sea, there's just me.
I work hours and hours and hours. I have no power.

It's a job with not a lot of pay.
Can't wait to the end of the day.
I feel like I'm all alone. Home, I'm on my way

That nobody does see, all the work done by me.
That nobody does view, all that I do.
That nobody does care, all that I do when I am there.