Work Load, by LostSoul
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Wake up
Get up
Stand up
My work...
It is a part of me
The essence of my vitality
Livin' it up, it's my reality
Every day is another day
To live what ever comes my way
Every day is a struggle
Meetings forever huddle
Won't disappear like a puddle
My work...
My essence
The workload
Evanescence
Go home and it's still with me
In part, it has become a part of me
Creativity flows
That's just the way it goes
No time for shows
Always on the go
That's the name of the workload.
My work...
Wake up
Get up
Stand up |
Posted: 2009-02-12 07:29:34 UTC |
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