no one wonders too much about the pain

no one wonders too much about the rain

no one gives a flying fuck about the shame

it's everyday's business and everyday's the same


I'm used to all the ceaseless crying

I'm used to all the endless lying

and though I'll never get used to the dying

it's everyday's business and everyday's trying


useless the work and useless the art

useless the rancor that drives us apart

useless the finish that ends the heart

it's everyday's business and everyday's a fresh start






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