| Surely you don’t work all night
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| Surely you don’t work all night
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| You think you’re all right
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| Surely you don’t work all night
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| I walked the town late last night
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| I walked clear across town just to write some graffiti on the wall
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| When I got there I couldn’t think of anything to say
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| The buildings stood still
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| Like giant tombstones
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| Dark and blue and still
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| I came to a dead end up an alley
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| And saw a cold cement canvas and a Mac truck on a hill
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| And I wrote the words of Al Pomplas on the subway wall
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| And there’s a football star on a McDonald’s glass
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| Staring at me right in the face
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| And he looks just like Pete Arner
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| And the sun comes thru the windows
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| It was just like letting the dog in in the morning
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| It was jumping all over the room
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| And waggin' its tail in my eyes
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| But me I was unenthusiastic
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| My skin felt just like plastic
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| Everyday I sleep in that casket
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| That I pulled out and crawled in
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| And i ripped my own heart out late last night in a dream
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| Is that band really gonna play that in public?
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| «Killing me softly with my song»?
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| The queen stands proud in the circus parade
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| With a baby in her arm
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| And I sit loud on a toilet seat
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| Like a monkey in a zoo
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| And there’s a McDonald’s glass staring at me, laughing
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| Surely you don’t work all night
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| Surely you don’t work all night
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| We think you’re all right
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| Surely you don’t work all night |