No such thing as best friends
The concrete non-ending
The will is believing eight hours a day
Trying to make ten easy schillings the day is so long
My life is so short
Eight hours a day where do you go?
How did we get here who would have known....
You gotta work to make a living
And the thieves of the world keep on stealing
You gotta work to make a living
And the record in my head keeps on spinning
All they will say is all in due time
I pray for the sign and hope it is simple
A thunder that rolls I stand here alone
I stand here alone in kansas rain!!!
Ten hour drive please stay alive
Where do we go? How should I know?
Writer(s): Adrian Luis Montes, Andrew Steven Rodriguez, Raul Landeros
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