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Working class

I need more sleep
I need more rest
Why do I feel like a sheep?
Even when I give my best?

I don’t feel like going to work
Don’t feel like giving my all
Especially working for this dork
I’ll rather go to the mall

But bills must be paid
Even if it means breaking my back
I’m working like a maid
Needing to pick up the slack

Rather be sleeping late
Or going to the beach
Spending time with my mate
But I can’t be a leach
At least I can say I worked for what I ate
 
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