| Like a wheeling machine, industry grinds
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| I’ve been walking between company’s lines
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| But I say to myself, one day real soon
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| That I won’t have to chew company’s food
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| Company rules my day like a dog on a lead
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| Told when to fetch, I’ve been chasing my tail
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| From one day to the next, it’s a canine disease
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| Suffering fair but I know that I’ll find
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| Sun and fresh air all day
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| When I get up, early in the morning
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| And I get home, early in the evening
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| So I get high only for the feeling
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| Like a dog on a lead, I’m told when to fetch
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| I’ve been chasing my tail
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| From one day to the next, it’s a canine disease
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| Suffering fair but I know that I’ll find
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| Sun and fresh air all day
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| When I get up, early in the morning
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| And I get home, early in the evening
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| So I get high only for the feeling
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| It’s a feeling I get walking down the street
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| I recognize the effect in everyone I meet
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| It’s a dog gone affair keep me on a chain
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| Every time I run free, I always feel restrained
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| It’s a feeling I get walking down the street
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| I recognize the effect in everyone I meet
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| It’s a dog gone affair keep me on a chain
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| Every time I run free, I always feel restrained |