Art at Work
A loss of words, a loss of mind
A lack of sleep, and a wealth of time
Magic lamp, why do you always melt in the palm of my hands?
I'm asking you for one wish, and one wish only
Relaxation is my last resort
For life's too short to let yourself off the hook
My mind, where have you gone?
We used to be such good friends
Bloodshot eyes, and loosened ties
Now it seems I've worked myself to death
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