| When you open your eyes
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| To a brand new morning
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| And the sun shines
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| Above you
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| You pull on your breeches and say
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| Oh well
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| It’s the start of a brand new day
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| For birds of prey
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| You live and learn your life away
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| But there below, your body must go
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| Against the grain
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| Like an old mule train
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| Keeps pulling hard against the
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| Here boy, there boy
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| The boss got you running everywhere boy
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| Ya got no money and ya got less sense
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| And you ain’t going nowhere
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| But there below your body must go
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| For birds of prey
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| You live and learn your life away
|
| But there below your body must go
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| Against the grain
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| Like an old mule train
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| Keeps pulling hard against the
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| Here boy, there boy
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| The boss got you running everywhere boy
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| Ya got no money and ya got less sense
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| And you ain’t going nowhere'
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| But there below your body will go
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| At the end of the day
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| When you look around you
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| And the sun sets
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| Deep inside you
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| Dust off your breeches and say
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| 'Oh well'
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| Say goodnight to the man in the moon
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| The sandman’s on his way |