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I am working on the assembly line,
Sweating like hell,
Losing all sense of time.
Smells like manure
All around me,
People smoking and swearing,
Hoping that their work
Sets them free,
To pay their taxes,
To pay the rent,
To party and find happiness,
I am like them,
I must confess,
Though, my hands are always dirty,
And my heart is full of stress,
Still this work makes me real money,
So I work hard, I don't mind.
Doing the same thing,
Day after day,
On the assembly line,
Doing the same thing,
Everyday, everytime,
Yes, I am a happy man
Working on the assembly line.
The assembly line.
My assembly line.
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Ronald Peter Ciras
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She's a summer's breeze
