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Every morning, 6:30. I'm here like a fool.
I'm waiting for a bus that's gonna take me 20 miles to drop me off at the factory.
And then I'm gonna lock myself up for nine hours. The little worker's life, you know.
So at night, to escape, what do I have left, huh?
A fiancé, engaged. It's a name to hide another. A lover, actually.