| For over half her life she’s worked from 9 to 5,
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| Crossing T’s and dotting I’s the neon lights can’t hide,
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| That she’s lost her shine.
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| She says the mornings taste like turpentine,
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| She said she understands the point of sacrifice,
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| And so should I.
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| Pay cut but it’s a paycheck.
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| Surviving is my best revenge.
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| What hurt you once won’t hurt you again.
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| She meant what she said.
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| Weathered lines across her face were an even trade.
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| Finger prints worn down from overwork,
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| And underpay at minimum wage.
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| She said the overtime is worth these aches and pains.
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| But is it worth the precious time that ticks away?
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| Every second everyday.
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| Pay cut but it’s a paycheck.
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| Surviving is my best revenge.
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| What hurt you once won’t hurt you again.
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| She meant what she said.
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| She said woah-woah…
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| For over half her life she walked the straightest lines.
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| She only wanted to provide a future,
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| For my brother and I.
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| Pay cut but it’s a paycheck.
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| Surviving is my best revenge.
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| What hurt you once won’t hurt you again.
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| She meant what she said. |