The Phase
There's a repetitiveness in what I call my life
Still that same tape from yesterday
Unwinding overtime and sleeping late
I'm a walking zombie trying to make a change
So wake me up and watch me phase
Imagine, create, believe
Every task is a challenge
Every thought is my dream
Work is no longer my word
I do what I love
And please all of me
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