Poem
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I get up just about noon
My head sends a message for me
to reach for my shoes and then walk
Gotta go to work, gotta go to work, gotta have a job
Goes through the parking lot fields
Didn't see no signs that they would yield
And then thought, this'll never end
This'll never end, this'll never stop
Message read on the bathroom wall
Said, "I don't feel at all like I fall."
And we're losing all touch, losing all touch
Building a desert
I get up just about noon
My head sends a message for me
to reach for my shoes and then walk
Gotta go to work, gotta go to work, gotta have a job
Goes through the parking lot fields
Didn't see no signs that they would yield
And then thought, this'll never end
This'll never end, this'll never stop
Message read on the bathroom wall
Said, "I don't feel at all like I fall."
And we're losing all touch, losing all touch
Building a desert
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