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They're asleep in my apartment Rapid movement of their eyes I am rushing out the door because My shift starts at 5 Being thanked for being here feels uncomfortable and weird And no amount of cheering can get rid of contact fears "Thank you for coming into work" It wasn't my choice to make Cos everybody needs a meal to fill an empty plate So I wait to catch the bus One more minute til it comes Been cold since last March and I swear The ice has settled in my lungs I have never been so angry so consistently or deep And the slightest inconvenience sets these strangers off for weeks "Thank you for coming into work" We just want to be safe Cos everybody needs a meal to fill an empty plate