Will they ever stop drivin' me?
Have they ever taken time to see
That I need some rest
if I'm to do my best?
Can I please stop workin' so hard?
They just tell me gotta close it hard.
Got to think of my health.
Can I be by myself?
Oh, they tell me I'll be home someday.
Well I doubt it if I continue this way,
`cause this hard life I've led
is makin' me dead.
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