| He gave his life to a company
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| With working hard in true believe
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| That times will come and he’ll be free.
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| So much money that he never spent
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| Sometimes he didn’t pay his rent
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| So he would know how it feels
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| Not knowing 'bout tomorrow night
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| Not taking care and maybe fight
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| Get drunk return in morning light
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| And so he falls asleep.
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| With two paths that he could take
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| Maybe blue skies and maybe rain
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| With two stories that could be told
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| When he will come back home.
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| And once in his dreams
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| He will maybe see
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| That the next fine day
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| The birds will sing again.
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| After fourty years in company
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| With wife he didn’t want to be
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| He chose a way they sometimes choose
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| Not knowing 'bout tomorrow night
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| Not taking care and maybe fight
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| Get drunk return in morning light
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| And so he falls asleep.
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| With two paths that he could take
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| Maybe blue skies and maybe rain
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| With two stories that could be told
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| When he will come back home.
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| With two paths that he could take
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| Maybe blue skies and maybe rain
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| With two stories that could be told
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| When he will come back home. |
| And once in his dreams
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| He will maybe see
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| That the next fine day
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| The birds will sing again. |