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Collecting pieces of puzzles around
But is seems there`s no pair
Job so disproductive
Doubtfull in it`s success
I put a large effort in things
That I dreamed of
You make me sick when I see that
You`re stealing it from me
Feed my hungry pride
With your sickness - rage
Nothing is goin` on
Power is in their hands
You can live your dream
But they`ll allways wake you up
