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There’s a repetitive strain

And a negative drain,

Flowing through my brain

That’s driving me insane,

From the dull and mundane

To the struggles of the inane,

Whichever way you look you’re in the frame

Because this is our life and our game,

So we can’t look for anybody else to blame

And if you do it’s going too really lame,

Because everything that happens is in our name

And I know the thought hurts and causes pain,

But it’s true and this is our life and our reign

And in the end though there is no prize to claim,

There’s every chance we may understand that like a flame

Our light too will go out just the same.