I can't pretend that this is working well
If you couldn't really tell
It has become my perfect hell
At least from where I'm seeing things
At least from where I'm seeing things
The heartache that my toil brings
Is not worth what I'm getting paid
To make someone above me rich
I can't pretend that this is working right
If you're all alone tonight I sure could use another fight
At least from where I'm seeing things, oh, sad, oh sad and holy glow
To know the desperate seeds you've sown again

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