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A lot of people working – nine to five. Everyday a sandwich - with the same kind of spread. Meeting in the weekends drinking 'till they die. And then they say it's freedom to live the life they're livin’. And after a long day, when they come home. They sit and watch, a stupid tv-show. Is this a nightmare? Or is it someone’s life? I can’t belief it is true, this is what I despise. Go to work. Walk the line. Dress the same. Believe the lie.
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