I'm drowning with the seal
All his mindings is the deal
No one cares how I feel
Who will ask if I'm heal?
This ocean won't show my tear
This boss care less of my fear
My dreams turning to despair
Making money is all he swears
My conscience imprisoned
My soul is slightly dead
But daily I must work
Cos that's how things work
No one knows the sleepless night
Only wants the shining light
I'm an investment
The boss don't care
Been given a couple of cars
And a nice home
I must make the returns
Whether it rains or suns.
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