| Getting a job in a subway
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| I’ll be making it work someday
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| only been busking a week
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| i’ve been knocked right off my feet
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| i’ve got a railway woman wanting me
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| i’ve got a preacher teaching chast-ty
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| all sorts breathing over me
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| blind to the course of my destiny
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| playing my guitar while singing in your company —
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| talking to me
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| people like never before
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| have been shouting out for more
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| just like the painter trying to capture me
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| though the picture is quite clear it seems
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| i won’t need my clothes as she
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| stretches her canvas underneath
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| playing my guitar and singing in her company — calling
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| to me
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| trying to strike up conversation
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| following the line to another station
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| giving a smile as you’re p-ssing by me
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| loving all the while, living in your company
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| getting a job in a subway
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| i’ll be making it work someday
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| things i could never foresee
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| have been happening to me
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| like all the strange policemen questionings
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| about my active part in felonies
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| caution but just let me be
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| all of the time, well it’s clear to see
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| i’ve been playing my guitar and singing in your company
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| there’s no word or explanation
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| moving me along to a different station
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| all i seem to have is a pound upon me
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| adding it all up with loving in your company
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| they don’t understand they will understand just nothing
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| it’s a waste of time wanting
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| it’s a waste of time knowing
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| it’s a waste of time talking
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| i mustn’t try to change
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| i have my own time
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| what everybody needs
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| is a little peace of mind
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| people would never believe
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| what’s been dropping at my feet
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| all kinds of drugs like hash and ecstasy
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| drunken females jewellery
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| with the promises they’ll do to me
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| all of these things i may never have seen
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| but for playing my guitar and singing in your company
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| getting a job in a subway |