A week of drudgery at work, ennui everywhere else - everything seems to have come to a standstill..
I don't feel good, I don't like/dislike anything, I am just a part of the puzzle in an assembly line.
How long will the Floyds, Dylans and Morrisons stand by me?
And I am you and what I see is me..
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