Work
I know water isn't blue I have work to do The clock ticks I have work to do The flame disintegrates the wicks I have work to do It chokes me I have work to do I can't see I have work to do The blood can't make it to my head I have work to do All you feed me is bread I have work to do Why do you tell me the water is blue
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