If this life's all we're given I want to get it right
Even if that's calls for I get it wrong
I want out of this nine to five, clock in clock out
Cramming as many shifts in
Slave to the dollar, euro or yen
Just sayin' I want back into Neverland
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Symptoms
PoetryPoetry. Love. Happiness. Sadness. Depression. Guilt. Regret. Struggle and Confliction. We may all be breathing, we may all have our hearts beating. But these are our vital signs. These are symptoms that prove we're alive.
