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Muzica Muncă

Everything is bleak It's the middle of the night You're all alone And the dummies might be right You feel like a jerk My music at work My music at work

At a desk in a room that's always too hot or cold, at a computer where you're starting to lose you soul with a wage that they pay to keep you from ten

Traducere: Urban Legiunea. Muzică de la Locul de Muncă.

So I've always been avoided You say you want something new as well And only time will tell if we will be together And waking up with you inside my head

Asshole. Thats your code name. Don't bother with a disquise; we know that you're the same. You're muscle-y and beefy (oh yeah), my mouth is spent. You

I've got a message for you: You make me sick with all your chatter. You're spitting on me like a bladder. The world must owe you something for putting

: Sem trabalho eu nao sou nada Nao tenho dignidade Nao sinto o meu valor Nao tenho identidade Mas o que eu tenho e so um emprego E um salario