A Life
(Indisponível)
Forty five years old
And so many questions
Twenty three years
I’ve been doin’ the same stupid thing
Forty five years old
And so many questions
Twenty three years
I’ve been doin’ the same stupid thing
And I wonder why I’m livin’ here
I wonder what I’m doin’ here?
How could I find a way
To be happy?
I hate that machine
I hate that work
How could I find a way
To be happy?
I hate the forman
And his stupid factory
And I wonder why I’m livin’ here
I wonder what I’m doin’ here?
Five o’clock: the end of the day
The end of the nightmare
All day long
I’m doin’ the same stupid thing
Forty five years old
And so many questions
Twenty three years
I’ve been doin’ the same stupid thing
And I wonder why I’m livin’ here
I wonder what I’m doin’ here?
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