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Dear Sir letters keep coming in the mail. I work my back till it's racked with pain. The boss can't even recall my name, I show up late and I'm docked; it never fails. I feel like just another spoke in a great big wheel. Like a tiny blade of grass in a great big field.
— Feel Like A Number
(song)
by Bob Seger
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Language: | English |
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