Feeling so alone, need to make it home. Moving deadly slow, the icy grip stops me cold. Bills to pay and no time to play.  Hustle today and find the way.  Numbers in my head and anxious times up ahead.  The clouds are hanging low, might be dead. When your baby smiles, you’ll find relief for a while.  With her toothless grin, you’ll find a way to start again.  Bills to pay and no time to play.  Hustle today and find the way.  The sun is shining bright, made it through the night.  It’s a daily grind, and there’s no end in sight.

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