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Up so early, light rain's falling, cold blue glass ahead. Feeling numb I took the lift - tried to face up to another days work. All the paper we throw away, just to get through the day. There's a man on the phone, and he's ready to blow; so I put him on hold, as it buys me a little time Letras de cancioneseveryone knows that he's not gonna go away. And the girl on the chair, said that nothing is fair; but she wants to get payed for the job she doesn't do. Everyone said they don't pay enough anyway. Cups of water and a photo-copier take me up to lunch. Stare at my screen; and I fall into a dream say I won't be here for long. All the paper we throw away, just to keep ourselves sane. There's a man on the phone, and he's ready to blow; so I put him on hold, as it buys me a little time everyone knows that he's not gonna go away. And the girl on the chair, said that nothing is fair; but she wants to get payed for the job she doesn't do. Everyone said they don't pay enough anyway. From Letras Mania