It will be okay
The taxes come along
Choking the empty pockets
As life needs to move on
Who want to argue?
Our hardship floating high
The walking in the dark tunnel
Still we hear the same echo
It will be okay
We don't have the power
We have to accept it
The taxes come along
The uneven balance
We know it all along
We hear the same echo
It will be okay
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