Coming up empty In the land of plenty Never ending days And tortured nights Struggling just to struggle No chance in the fight Round and round she goes; Where she stops . . . Jaded now but once so real, She’s always working, making deals With life and fate, her frenemies, Reaching beyond merely what she sees. Coming up empty In the land of plenty Gruelling , thankless days And long, sleepless nights; Struggling just to struggle No chance in the fight; Round and round she goes… Orchestral music and greasy fries Grasping at nothing, too late to realize The twin deniers fate and life Throw the game, create the strife; Round and round she goes… One bill paid but two past due; Looking always for one lost shoe Life promises, but then fate steps in Blocking all her attempts for just one win; Round and round she goes… Coming up empty In the land of plenty; Bored, apathetic days And pain filled nights Struggli
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