Hotdesking

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Nobody seems to think you might be happy Everybody just assumes you must be sad Nobody sings a song that might seem sappy Quisling lingo coined by the misery bard I've got an intern job that might become a situation And one day I may even be getting paid When they've disentangled lust from exploitation Eventually I plan on getting laid Nobody seems to think you might be happy Everybody just assumes you must be sad Nobody sings a song that might seem sappy Quisling lingo coined by the misery bard Sad to say our days may disappoint us Good news travels slow, good guys run last Bozos with no taste try to define us Shrinking down a world that should be vast Nobody seems to think you might be happy Everybody just assumes you must be sad Nobody sings a song that might seem sappy We all want to blamе the misery bard Who makes solid plans? Wе're manifesting Life goes on but got a little hard We share what the mighty own, we're all hotdesking Quisling lingo coined by the misery bard
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