| Just a touch of industry
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| Monday morning
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| Put on your collar and head straight out
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| Everyone’s waiting, don’t be late
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| Uptown midday
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| Sound of the city on slow decay
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| See the faces behind private eyes
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| As you pencil in their lives
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| In the humdrum
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| Can you hear the doldrum
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| Stepping outside the firing line
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| There’s a foreman standing on a bridge of iron
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| And the men walk across it to go back to work
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| In their monday morning shirts
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| And they don’t run
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| And when the work’s done
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| At nights, the streets are alive with
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| Catwalk, West Side Story, flashback parade
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| In this quick fire, cry tough world
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| Men with ambition
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| Will
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| Be loved
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| Moving up to another rung
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| Feel the heart of the city beating tight as a drum
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| Playing 'Move on up' and the never stop
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| A whole world living out 'Beat the Clock'
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| And it’s said and done
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| 'Look after number one'
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| Ultimatum, deadline
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| Wound up so tight
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| 'Til you can’t unwind
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| Worlds within worlds, some built out of nothing
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| By those who left this world behind
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| Driven on by fear or ambition
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| Now
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| Waiting in line
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| Things will work out fine
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| They just take a little time |