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I need a new job


Stringing Me Along
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Stringing me along
Same ole song
Dance
Offer me a chance
To keep me around
Keep me bound
To this job, dead-end
Lower I descend
Solo mission
Poverty I do fend
Off, I scoff at these bullshit offers
I need to move on
Walk out of this cloud of smoke
No longer choke
On transparent lines
Inclined to be kind
Underneath, deception I find
I need to come back
Rewind
Reevaluate
Redesign
And make a real future for myself
Wealth, I do not need
Just enough to plan ahead and future childrens mouths feed