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At five am the alarm clock rings
And it seems like an explosion for my ears
hey I didn't rest enough since the day before
I've felt routine around me
The school sucks for me because
I don't understand anything
I'm so sick of it
Hey all my dreams, wife children, car, pets and Sunday
Are vanishing from my mind and that's my frustration
I work and see all the taxes I need to pay
What should I do?
And its my frustration
Men have a dream and they've been living for it
When the dream is over, men die
