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Caught in a revolving door and my lungs are suffocating. Working hard is my reward and my job is so frustrating. I'm a martyr to myself and a hero to my family. I can feel a breaking point, a longing to be free But instead I'll hang in there and suffer with the rest. I'm a drunk and a sentimental man So dust off a bottle of your best Irish whiskey and drink with me to departed friends, To departed friends In the middle of the night I wake up, my heart is pounding I expected more from life than a house and TV watching Cuz I wimped out on myself, take it out on my friends and family Cuz they don't appreciate I sacrificed my dreams Hey there guys I'm not the enemy it's just shared frustration that makes us fight It's a long way to drive to not make any money, merry Christmas, at least we gotta try From Letras Mania