It's just nine to five, I keep telling me about every day. But I hate having to be someone else from nine to five so that I can at least afford being myself from five to nine. And all these things I'm forced to do and say, these four minute smiles. Sort the incoming mail, read those auto replies, and yeah, I'm alright, ok, don't mind me, I'm fine. Don't let anyone exploit you, that's what I used to say - before I traded my whole life and freedom for security. And now I might hate what I'm doing, at least once I a while, but hey, I could get my teeth fixed, top-notch and just about anytime. Hey, there, how you're doing? Well, yes, I'm fine. In learned to believe in my own damn lies.
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