Wait while money just pours out,
Of your pocket and there's nothing to do,
But to keep in the shout,
And your belly's empty at the same time,
Because time does not allow eating,
When there's a schedule you're beholden to?
Is that how you're feeling?
And though the weather is nice,
You've got pain from the rains inside,
From finding yourself among people who hate,
The way you run your life?
Hey, it's alright,
Everything passes by,
Though, the more they do, the more you lose,
Until you take possession your own lies.
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