It's a hard day work
The numbers and images flow
You live through everyday
Driving home late
The empty house
Lack of warm and love
You live through every night
You wish you can change
The echo of the night
The whirring fans make the cry
You sit alone with a glass of wine
Is that life?
You look at yourself
Alone sipping a glass of wine
You think of me in your mind
Stimulating acceleration you need
You wish I am around
Telling you the game is on
Finish your wine and let's begin
But you hear the whirring fan make the cry
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