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Forty five years old
And so many questions
Twenty three years
I’ve been doing the same stupid thing
Forty five years old
And so many questions
Twenty three years
I’ve been doing the same stupid thing
And I wonder why I ‘m living here
I wonder what I ‘m doing here ?
How could I find a way
To be happy ?
I hate that machine
I hate that work
How could I find a way
To be happy ?
I hate the forman
And his stupid factory
And I wonder why I ‘m living here
I wonder what I ‘m doing here ?
Five o’clock: the end of the day
The end of the nightmare
All day long
I’m doing the same stupid thing
Forty five years old
And so many questions
Twenty three years
I’ve been doing the same stupid thing
And I wonder why I ‘m living here
I wonder what I ‘m doing here ?