My work is all done
You don't let me have fun
You don't give me a choice
You take away my voice
You think you're the prodigal one
You act like you're the SUN
Everything to you is tragic
But it's the black magic
Everytime I try to walk away
You always convince me to stay
You make my life a jail
Not allowing me to bail
You talk about the big picture
We have no variety, no mixture
Apparently I'm too laid back
But I still give everything a crack
It feels like we're at war
I always come back for more
My mates say I can do better
Tomorrow I'm gonna get her
You'll be left at the line
Me, I'm great, I'll be fine
You'll always think of me
But now I'm finally free
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