No one knows,
What you go through each day.
But there are some with 'something' to say...
About what it is,
That you do...
To get done.
No one knows,
How it is that you feel.
But opinions given they will reveal.
Just to get the satisfaction...
To opened ears to appeal.
But you know that...
Your payday coming for you is overdue.
For those dues paid that you've been through.
With no sad songs sung heard,
To come from you.
So get that payday long overdue.
You've been through what no one ever knew.
Leave those sad songs,
For others who sing the blues.
And you know that,
Your payday coming for you is overdue.
For those dues paid that you've been through.
With no sad songs sung heard,
To come from you.
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