I work overtime, the news of the day is not good
War in the east, greenhouse effect, air quality, degraded
Packed in the subway, tight around the neck, I undo my collar
State of the day, involved, the marks on faces
Faces have marks, not enough wealth
Too much desire, not enough happiness for everyone

I work overtime for love, love, love
I work overtime for love, love, love
It seems that happiness is theft

I work overtime for love, love, love
I work overtime for love, love, love
It seems that happiness is theft

An ambulance passes at a hundred miles an hour
Someone has to die
I go back home, turn on the news
It dives straight into the sewers
I look at the time, you're not here

I imagine what could happen, no don't imagine
Outside, it rains on those who have nothing
Packed in tents under the elevated subway
Close your eyes already, no, don't close them

I work overtime for love, love, love
I work overtime for love, love, love
It seems that happiness is theft

I work overtime for love, love, love
I work overtime for love, love, love
It seems that happiness is theft

It's night, quality of sleep, degraded
I go out on the balcony, everything is swallowed by the horizon
A siren in the distance, it's almost tomorrow
It seems that lithium dissolves in the stars
It seems that the sun will rise one day
To burn everything for good with a flamethrower, and me, and me

I work overtime for love, love, love
I work overtime for love, love, love
It seems that happiness is theft

I work overtime for love, love, love
I work overtime for love, love, love
It seems that happiness is theft

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