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Hours Eastly
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Working
Working
Well I live, yes I live for a working
Do it 'til my bones they are hurting
Work 'til my world ceases turning
You know I'm so very tired from my
Working
Yea I give and I give for my working
Do it 'til my flesh it is burning
Slave to the grave from my birthing
You know, until I expire from my...
Well the morning's for waking
And the back is for breaking
Don't feed the illusion
There is no escaping
Yes the brow is for beading
'til the sun is retreating
And there in the darkness
The ever present mare of my
Working
Yea I live, yes I live for a working
Do it 'til my bones they are hurting
Work 'til my world ceases turning
You know I bleed, cry, perspire for my
Working
Yea I give and I give for my working
Do it 'til my flesh it is burning
Slave to the grave from my birthing
'til I succumb to the ire for my...
Well the skin is for thickening
And the muscles constricting
Suspend your elusion
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There is no resisting
Well the days are for passing
And the sadness for masking
The truth is unnerving
I exist to persist in my
Persist in my...
I exist to persist in my
Working
Yea I live, yes I live for a working
Do it 'til my bones they are hurting
Work 'til my world ceases turning
You know I'm so very tired from my
Working
Yea I give and I give for my working
Do it 'til my flesh it is burning
Slave to the grave from my birthing
Until I expire from my...
I live yes I live for a working
Do it 'til my bones they are hurting
Slave to the grave from my birthing
You know I bleed, cry, perspire for my...
I give and I give for my working
Do it 'til my flesh it is burning
Work 'til my world ceases turning
'til I succumb to the ire for my...
Well the blood is for bleeding
And the pain for receiving
It's there in the darkness
The ever present mare of my...
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