The story
He keeps clocking in after the day is done.
He stays with the lights on, hands moving through one more shift while the rest of the world goes home. The job keeps taking more than hours; it takes the last clean edge of his evening, and he keeps telling himself it will ease up tomorrow. But tomorrow never comes with the relief he needs.
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Lyrics
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