| There I was at the immigration scene
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| Shining and feeling clean
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| Could it be a sin?
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| I got stopped by the immigration man
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| He says he doesn’t know if he can
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| Let me in-let me in-immigration man
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| Can I cross the line and pray
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| I can stay another day
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| Let me in immigration man
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| I won’t toe your line today
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| I can’t see it anyway
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| There he was with his immigration face
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| Giving me a paper chase
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| But the sun was coming
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| Cos all at once he looked into my space
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| And stamped a number over my face
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| And he sent me running
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| Let me in-let me in-immigration man
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| Can I cross the line and pray
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| I can stay another day
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| Let me in immigration man
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| I won’t toe your line today
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| I can’t see it anyway
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| Here I am with my immigration form
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| It’s big enough to keep me warm
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| When a cold wind’s coming
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| So go where you will
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| So long as you think you can
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| You’d better watch out-watch out-for the man
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| Anywhere you’re going.
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| Won’t you let me in immigration man
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| Can I cross your line and pray
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| Take your fingers from the tray
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| Let me in-irritation man
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| I won’t toe your line today
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| I can’t see it anyway. |